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Summer skin

©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and Director of the Silent Eye, a correspondence-based journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

A Donegal Journey (4) : The Ring on the Hill

The wind howled at us as we left the car park to climb the hill to the strange stone ring on its summit. It’s in the Republic of Ireland, near the border with Northern Ireland; all of it within the ancient province of Ulster. Bernie had seen it in a guide book and we wanted to take a look while we were in the … Read More A Donegal Journey (4) : The Ring on the Hill

A Donegal Journey (3) The Last Inch

We thought we’d save it for the final day of our time in Co. Donegal but then – on the way back from visiting a nearby hilltop ring fort and surviving a gale that tried to hurl us off the elevated walkways – we felt in need of a gentler experience. Driving back to our rented cottage, we passed the Inch Banks causeway that … Read More A Donegal Journey (3) The Last Inch

Breakfast at Tank and Skinny’s

There’s a ferry across this largest of Donegal’s Lochs. It takes you, with car, from Bruncrana to Rathmulan, on the far shore. It departs from the end of the pier, as in the shot above, which is how we first encountered it. If it’s not raining, that is, or too blowy … or if it’s not September, when the summer timetable is replaced by … Read More Breakfast at Tank and Skinny’s

A Donegal Journey (2): The Amazing Grace of Lough Swilly

I’d never heard of John Newton, until, walking along the gardens that front the beach at Buncrana, County Donegal, we came across an information board describing his links to the town via the hymn ‘Amazing Grace’. You may already have heard of this man, who could be described – at different times of his life – as both despicable and courageous. Glancing at the … Read More A Donegal Journey (2): The Amazing Grace of Lough Swilly

A Donegal Journey (1)

The town of Buncrana lies in the far north-west of Ireland, in County Donegal: that part of the country that is on a line with Northern Ireland, yet is in the Republic. It’s long been our intention to visit this beautiful part of the ‘Emerald Isle’. Green it certainly is, and currently living up to its rainy reputation… But hailing from Cumbria, we’re no … Read More A Donegal Journey (1)

The Last Tailor

The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in his eyes they painted … Read More The Last Tailor

Notes from Explorers (1) – the nature and function of the soul

On the third Sunday of every month, the Silent Eye hosts a Zoom-based discussion to explore one of the core topics of modern mysticism. This series of ongoing posts will feature a summary of each monthly discussion; of which this is the first. The talks are open to all, and we welcome new visitors to the group – whether you drop in to take … Read More Notes from Explorers (1) – the nature and function of the soul

Tidal salt-marsh

The tidal salt marshes at Bolton-le-Sands – between Morecambe and Carnforth, on the Lancashire coast – are both beautiful and treacherous… The sea races in and fills the narrow channels, sometimes overspilling onto what seemed safe walking paths only a short time before. It’s easy to work your way to the sea through the maze of possible paths, only to find the tide has … Read More Tidal salt-marsh

The waters of early autumn

As a child, I remember being conscious of a few autumn days that had a ‘special gold’ in them. Walking the collie by the River Kent, I realised we were experiencing another. I looked down at the surface of the water and knew I had a short time to record one of the special moments that characterise such mellowness. ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham … Read More The waters of early autumn

Truth and her sisters

Our modern age speaks glibly of the truth. We might even liken it to ‘knowing’ and entertain the idea that there is truth and Truth. The former would be a convenient or ‘conventional’ truth, a truth accepted as normal by the more prosperous world. But Truth with a capital ‘T would be an appreciation, a living understanding, and a state in which we could … Read More Truth and her sisters

The extra coffee

My wife and her sister had just left to do some local shopping. I was set to take the two dogs – one ours, the other minded for two friends touring northern Spain – onto the nearby beach for their second run of the day. It was a prospect neither seemed keen on… My mind had registered the lowering sky … but only subconsciously. … Read More The extra coffee