Category: #Silenti

The Mysterious Picts… and beyond

With many of the restrictions on Scottish travel and locations being lightened, it has become possible for the Silent Eye to resume its celebrated ‘landscape’ weekends. Come and join us in September for a beautiful journey along the Easter Ross coastline to trace the artistic and long-lasting people we call the Picts. A race of artist-warriors who kept the Romans at bay, yet revelled … Read More The Mysterious Picts… and beyond

Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (7) – Hanging Gardens

It’s an important day… definitely make or break. You arrive early and we have a toasted sandwich washed down with tea. The sun is climbing over the trees, but it’s cool in Salty Pete, and we sense that this will be a very positive period of reconstruction. We need something upbeat to get us started, so here’s a bit of Abba to set the … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (7) – Hanging Gardens

Top Drawer

Will I layer my data, uniform, Till that obedient plateau Where the arranged and ruling desktop stamps me ‘passed’, no threat Or Shine and gripe, outrageously Refuse to corner, close or fit Until a newborn’s bloody fingers Stain the pallettes Of billionaires’ mahogany ©Stephen Tanham, 2020

The Summer Within

When I was a young boy, a favourite uncle, who was quite old, said to me, “You always feel young, inside, you know…” It’s a sentiment I’ve heard many times. I knew it to be true – from the look in the eyes of those who said it, despite the lines of time on their faces. But now, to experience it in my sixties, … Read More The Summer Within

#FurryFives : possession

Human: That’s my Yoga mat! Misti: She who has possession! Human: But I need to begin my online class! Misti: I’d concentrate on kissing your shin, like this, if I were you.. Human: I’m taking you back to Bolton and dumping you back in that bush! Misti: Bet you don’t… ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2020

#FurryFives : yoga

Tess: Misti, quick, look, I’ve mastered the headstand! Misti: But… Tess: And I can stretch out my arms, my neck is sooo strong with this yoga. Misti: But, you’re lying flat on the patio! Tess: I’m only copying Dad’s book! ©Stephen Tanham, 2020.

Hollow Clown

He carried the box over to the old table and set it down. Despite its size, it was heavy. He reached for the Stanley knife and slit the old tape that held it together, then prized open the dusty lid, revealing the contents. Immediately, he knew what it was: his old trophy box. He couldn’t believe it was still here? Surely he had thrown … Read More Hollow Clown

Staying Dead

Following my exploration of the I Ching in the recent series of posts (list below), I’ve begun to examine its guidance from the perspective of what I know to be true after a lifetime’s immersion in the mystical arts. One of the authors I have come to trust is Brian Browne Walker. Brian is the author of several contemporary translations of the I Ching, … Read More Staying Dead

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The Mysterious Self

One of the most wonderful elements of being Human is the sense of self; yet there is great confusion as to what the ‘self’ really is… even whether it exists at all. Something harvests the experiences of each day yet declares itself separate from them. This accumulation is deemed to be a living entity – the ‘me’ – resplendent with a memory of having … Read More The Mysterious Self

The Mouth in Red

There are colours so deep, so pure They drop beneath the colour word Into a hue of inner meaning —- There are some reds That are not red, but blood Not spilled, not end of life But beginnings —- When the red that is not blood Speaks through the blood that is not red And spills our life upon the opened palms Then it … Read More The Mouth in Red

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#ShortWrytz: Soma of Soft Skies

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been entranced by the soft skies of the warmer months – particularly those of late spring, which heralds their return. Their beauty speaks for itself… but there is something else that haunts. The word ‘soft’ is the key. Every one of our senses is touched in a silken way by the early mornings, long days and … Read More #ShortWrytz: Soma of Soft Skies

Painted Pebbles in the valley of the Moon

John Ruskin was the leading English art critic of the Victorian era. He was also an art patron, watercolourist, prominent social thinker and philanthropist. He wrote on subjects as varied as geology, architecture, myth, education and political economy. For the last quarter-century of his life, he lived at Brantwood – a house he designed on the shores of Lake Coniston. Despite this, one of … Read More Painted Pebbles in the valley of the Moon