Category: Spirituality

My Own Trumpet

I’m not very good, nor comfortable, blowing my own trumpet… Writers on the internet know this feeling well: we are urged to promote our presence, yet our inner nature knows what sort of people talk about themselves all the time… This is particularly true if your main activity is of a teaching nature within a spiritual discipline. The road to understanding the ego – … Read More My Own Trumpet

An Unseen Presence…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
* There are other sections in the Book of Genesis which may be pertinent to our survey of St Michael… * … ‘Left alone at night, Jacob was attacked by an unseen presence which wrestled with him until day-break, whereupon his adversary cried, “Desist, for the dawn is here!” “Are you then a bandit, that you fear the…

Tango in the key of sorry

As the years pass, I continue to wonder at the marvel of human communication, and the sadness of how little we use its potential… The world appears to be full of conflict and strife. But much of it is happening at the psychological level. The Trump era in America and the Brexit ‘civil war’ in the UK were both fuelled by similar (if not … Read More Tango in the key of sorry

Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (8) – End

We start early the following day… There is that sense of being able to finish the whole project if we focus – and if we are prepared to be a bit brutal. There’s a certain recklessness about this attitude, but it’s born of an image of something to come that has great potency… The first thing is to pick off the easy tasks, especially … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (8) – End

#FurryFives : Zen

Human: Hello, Misti, what you up to? Misti: I’m doing, Zen… flowing into the shape of this pot… Human: Impressive! Anything else? Misti: Unfathomable peace… Human: Nothing to do with the bee under there, then… ©Stephen Tanham, 2020

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

Dr Joy’s Garden

A poignant return visit to Alnmouth, a beautiful coastal town in Northumberland. A memorial garden dedicated to a very special woman… Read Dr Joy’s garden here…

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

Never West

I’ve always loved maps… I can remember, when a child, being bought a fold-out schematic of a town with streets, main roads, a river, a hill and a railway line. It was just a layout – a map – but I had lots of my own cars, a model train and some small figures of the right scale to populate the town with activity. … Read More Never West

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