Category: Spirituality

Angel of the Nought #writephoto

I am not The Angel of the North. I am not the cross on which. The teacher of the power of love died. I am the way that divides. The awakened from the sleeping. I am old, but younger. Than you…. ➰ © Stephen Tanham In response to Sue Vincent’s challenge: https://scvincent.com/2019/04/11/thursday-photo-prompt-decisions-writephoto/

Pen of the oyster-catcher

Portmahomack, a fishing village on the north shore of one of the fingers of land that jut out into the North Sea, thirty or so miles north of Inverness. There is something perfect about it. Somewhere close, our collie dog, Tess, is barking, playing with the waves. I follow the waterline, ensuring that only the thick soles of my boots get wet. It is … Read More Pen of the oyster-catcher

#FurryFives – Cure for Crows

I hate crows, Tess, don’t you? – They’re harmless… just make a lot of noise That’s the point, craw, craw, bloody craw… from dawn till dusk – What are you doing now? Your little head’s going into another dimension! Shaking their noise out of my ears. © Stephen Tanham

Growing up with a book…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Jessica Bakkers, after reading Mae Clair’s post at Story Empire, posted about five books that had, as she put it, made her, ‘her’. There is no way on this earth that I could pick just five books… not unless it was five per decade…  Or five for every facet of life… There were always books. Hundreds…

The light between the railway carriages

The light between the railway carriages… It was one of the best analogies I ever had given to me; yet it took me years to grasp its fullness. Like any true seed of ‘spiritual’ insight, it was strong enough to lie on the rock till a little pocket of earth developed beneath – a receptive place into which it could extend its roots. We … Read More The light between the railway carriages

The “I Need to Be Special” Syndrome Vs. Greta Thunberg’s “I Don’t Care About Being Popular” Approach to Life

Originally posted on The Light Behind the Story:
Photo Credit: Pixabay It’s likely most of us suffer from it, to lesser or greater degrees. Soon after birth, the ego discovers its individuality and realizes that separation can be a threat to its survival. If I am not considered special, the ego decides, I may not be fed, taken care of, and loved. First the…

A journey with the Silent Eye ~ Anne Copeland

From one of our Companions… The Silent Eye Anne Copeland, a Companion of the Silent Eye, writes of her journey with the School: The Little Match Girl by Anne Copeland I came across The Silent Eye Mystery School quite by accident, if anything can be truly considered an accident. I have studied a lot of psychology, archaeology, history, geography, spirituality, world religions, mythology, and … Read More A journey with the Silent Eye ~ Anne Copeland

#FurryFives – All Work…

I’m trying to work! – I knoooowwwwrrrr I have a deadline… – Is it as good as purring? Well, now you come to mention it, nnnnoooooooooowrrrr ——— ©Stephen Tanham

Costumes…

From Stuart… in fine form. The Silent Eye * “So what’s it all about, then?” “Oh, lots of things, like, duty and service, and honour, and love, and friendship, and devotion and good government, and bad…” “But ultimately?” “Ulitmately it’s about the need to balance polarity.” “Is that an individual polarity or a collective polarity?” “Somewhat inevitably, it is both the polarity of an … Read More Costumes…

Dreaming differently

Originally posted on Druid Life:
What would happen if our dreams were not driven by the desire to consume? What if we weren’t drawing our inspiration from adverts, and weren’t being fed a constant consumerist narrative about what we need to own in order to be happy? What would we daydream about then? We might stop dreaming about new cars and kitchens and carpets…

Dancing with the Ghost in the Machine

If you’ve ever been involved with anything of an ‘amateur dramatic’ nature, you will know that moment: the protagonist, hated until the final few moments (when the greater picture is revealed) shuffles off, in rags, to his doom; and the shared and questioning silence longs for the gentle and poignant soothing that only the right music can bring…. Screech, click, screech, ping, wheeeeeedle…. . … Read More Dancing with the Ghost in the Machine

Keys to the House of Don: Heart…

Deep stuff from Stuart…