by Steve Tanham
Badly out of pocket in Limoncello after the eagle-eyed spotters of last week’s ‘groyne’ image cut through my deviousness, I’ve upped the ante with this one… The cunning clue: you wouldn’t want to get caught the wrong side of it! ++++++++++++++++++++ Answer Time ++++++++++++++++++++++ There were no fully correct answers. Audrey Driscoll came the closest, but I’m going to be magnanimous with this one … Read More ButWhatIsIt? #5
by Steve Tanham
The man put down the copper piece. Its construction had taken months, each day a voyage of learning. The elderly and bearded tutor had been patient, his bright eyes – a contrast to the dark beard – had eagerly overseen the development of the shaping of the copper pieces, then the detailed carving of the flowers, followed by the refinements, and eventually, the final … Read More Unsung Heroes: Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley
by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2022 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
Here’s #4, a very strange object! A new feature: the ‘cunning clue’ : ‘It may have been there a long time?’ The answer will be published below on Monday evening. This will give time for our blogging friends in far places to consider the image and cogitate! Please write your entries in the blog’s comments. Good luck! ————- Answer ———— I’m going to do … Read More But what is it!? #4
by Steve Tanham
No-one needs reminding of the dangers we now face… ‘World War Three’ seems to be on everyone’s lips. There’s a danger of self-fulfilling prophecy about this, with images of clever told-you-sos grinning after the event… albeit it, briefly. How did we get here? I’d like to propose four new horsemen of the modern apocalypse: greed, fear, impotence and ego. There’s nothing new about any … Read More Four new horsemen of the Apocalypse
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by Steve Tanham
And did we dare, upon these rugged Yorkshire hills. To dream we could, then frame in would, then do… Life mirrored in the human word, embracing those who spoke it With commitment and with love That, flowing into what was seen up high, in heather heaven Became, like sparkling stream in winter, a promise. -;–;–;- Then, eight circles later of the Sun, you left … Read More Rivers of the Sun
by Steve Tanham
People said ‘more!’ after #2 – (the china cup and silver spoon), so here’s another… Now updated with the answer, see below… Good luck! Please write your entries in the blog’s comments. The blog will be updated with the answer by 11 pm on the day of the post. The placeholder, below will be replaced by another photo showing the context of the opening … Read More But what is it!? #3
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by Steve Tanham
Do we really understand mindfulness? It’s become one of those ‘must do more of that’ sentiments, as though we could press a button on the side of the head. Perhaps the reason for our chagrin is not that we lack diligence, but that we think it’s a chore… Possibly that we don’t feel pulled or compelled from within to practice it? After all, we … Read More The ejector-seat of self…(1)
by Steve Tanham
The station at Przemsul was frantic. The kind of dirty, smelly and noisy frantic that signals a refugee crisis… I’ve seen a few. My grandfather lived through many and made sure I knew their signature.. and what the reality was beneath the headlines. They were streaming into the central concourse of the station in their hundreds, eyes wide in terror of the unknown – … Read More The pram at the crossing
by Steve Tanham
#1 was quite popular, so here’s another… Update is below… This will answer the puzzle: The image was the handle of a coffee cup, with a silver spoon reflecting the border of the cafe in which we were taking a break from our walk In Maspalomas, Gran Canaria – hence the bright sunlight. Thanks to all who took place. Virtual bottles of Cognac, as … Read More But what is it!? #2
by Steve Tanham
It’s looking quite forlorn now The larder shelves are bare There’s a rocket in my kitchen And my kitchen isn’t there -:- He doesn’t want the kitchen That father carved in wood He only wants its ruin And the land on which it stood -:- My children went outside to play And found his cluster bombs All brightly decked with spirals To reckon all … Read More In my Kitchen
by Steve Tanham
Devoid of real feeling, the Dictator treads his lonely way along his chosen, barren path. All around him is life, in its shared love and simplicity, but he stays true to the vastness of his egoic channel, long baked by hate into clay that will not sustain growing things. Behind him, the mountains of ambition keep him focussed on the goal, which he thinks … Read More Dictators way
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