Category: #Silenti

Spaceships and Chewing Gum

I am in a hotel room in Singapore. It’s 05.02 and I’ve been awake for three hours. Beside me, my wife, Bernie, has also give up trying to sleep and is sitting up drinking the tea I have just made. Having failed to sleep for most of the night, she has joined me in a plan to take an early breakfast as soon as … Read More Spaceships and Chewing Gum

For fifty years I sought you…

For fifty years I sought you Beneath an ashen tree And then at last I caught you Hiding behind me ➰ What jests your lips had whispered As I darted too and fro Till I lay down at the wayside With nowhere else to go ➰ Quiet, your fingers touched me Bidding stillness in their grace Made soft with love the journey By turning … Read More For fifty years I sought you…

Halloween

The hallowed ‘een The in-between The edge of life And death unseen ©Stephen Tanham Image from a shop in Kirkby Lonsdale.

The Last Fire

Just before time was sliced and diced So that the evenings could be darker You gathered up your colour And threw it in my face Laughing Until I laughed back… © Stephen Tanham

The Origin of Me

Out of a hidden fear, we seldom examine our personal origins – this sense of ‘me’. Yet, if we let go that fear, the journey can teach us so much, and leave us with an emotion of deep belonging. We can explore this with a meditation, rather than the intellect; if you’d like a little journey? Be quiet and become conscious that our everyday … Read More The Origin of Me

The Makers of Fine Sticks

If you belonged to a species that regularly threw itself off a cliff, you’d expect that species – or that tribe – to die out pretty quickly… Let’s imagine that there was an annual contest of head-beating with sticks, and the losers – those left alive – were honour bound to march or stagger to the cliff-top and mumble a ceremonial farewell before casting … Read More The Makers of Fine Sticks

A Chip Off the Old Block (part 2 of 2)

In Part One, we looked at the implications of one of the hot topics in modern physics: that of Block Theory, and its two offspring theories – Expanding Block Theory and Evolving Block Theory. These dull names hide a very exciting and radical view of the universe – our world – and the dynamic part that awakened humans can play in it. We don’t … Read More A Chip Off the Old Block (part 2 of 2)

A chip off the old block? (part 1 of 2)

We have a phrase in English; that someone is a ‘chip off the old block’. Its meaning is that someone of merit is continuing the ‘family’ tradition. I suppose it could also refer in a wider context to someone in a group or organisation doing the same thing. A group of scientists are promoting a ‘new’ theory: that of the ‘Block Universe’ or “Evolving … Read More A chip off the old block? (part 1 of 2)

Wired and hissing

Perhaps we are all wired With hidden volts so high they hiss With cables that endure- The filaments of gods Mapped, secretly, to only one ➰ Is the source touched, still? Their coded ringing telling this? Their presence in our sky So long established, that They are no longer seen ➰ Sing, shimmering wires Remember the exiles And bring back melodies And words to … Read More Wired and hissing

The Stone and the Pilgrim (5)

We stumbled upon the Preston Pele Tower, fifteen miles south-west of Bamburgh, back in February, 2018. My wife and I had seen a reference to it on a noticeboard in a cafe some distance to the north. It’s quite hard to find; tucked away down a tiny country lane not far from the A1 – the main road through Northumberland to Edinburgh. We’d never … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (5)

The Stone and the Pilgrim (4)

“It’s as though… there’s something wrong with the horizon…” Barbara was speaking softly, giving voice to one of the defining thoughts of the day. Something wrong with the horizon, how true. Craster’s harbour was disappearing behind us, but the cut-up horizon was still far away. There is no other way to reach Dunstanburgh Castle than on foot; though, back in history, distinguished visitors could … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (4)

The Stone and the Pilgrim (3)

“It’s all about tea-rooms, with you, isn’t it!” It was said some years ago, and there was anger in it – just a bit – but she was right. We both collapsed in a heap of laughter on each other’s shoulder a second later. There has to be humour in these weekends. They can be very intense – not by imposition, but by personal … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (3)