by Steve Tanham
Vast and swirling force, below How silently you flow round truth When hearts and minds let drift The shallow link of living life Between the tides of love and loathing ⦿ No fanfare; charge of war But grey and ancient mud, which Turning molten silver, deadly, Quicker than truth half-shaped Can lie its way to heaven ⦿ The visitor, swept beyond his depth Finds … Read More Quicksilver Tide
by Steve Tanham
“Grandad!” The little girl was shouting his name from the far bank of the river. She was waving something at him; her excited voice carried across the water. “Look, Grandad, I’ve got your book… the one you wrote…the one you read me the stories from!” His world was unravelling. Memories came crashing back; real memories, not confusion… not the fog. Sunday stared across the … Read More Inspector Sunday (end)
by Steve Tanham
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)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
One of the things we take away from our weekend workshops are the memories. Faces, places, people, conversations and realisations, all combine to create a kaleidoscope of intangible souvenirs that find their own place in the hierarchy of memory. We may share an adventure, but the memories are unique for each of us and it would…
by Steve Tanham
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)
by Steve Tanham
Inspector Sunday stopped walking when he reached the place by the river. He felt at home, there, but didn’t know what to do next. The sky, which had tried to teach him about the cat, told him a story of intersection. From behind him and to the left came a voice that delighted but shocked him. “Grandad!” ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
Can they pull it off, again? Oh, I think so… The Silent Eye * It was over 14 years ago now in March 2004 that I first sampled the delights of Derbyshire at a Mystical Weekend in the Nightingale Centre, Great Hucklow. In those days I was a relativley new member of a worldwide Mystical Order and the idea of a ‘Weekend Retreat’ amongst … Read More Derbyshire Delights…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on dhamma footsteps:
POSTCARD#331: Bangkok: I’m a Western migrant, living in the East for these last 30 years, and looking at my conditioning in the light of being inescapably part of the Eastern culture; all the ups and downs of life in Asia, and finding the way through in situations where language/behaviour are unfamiliar to the Western mind. Also the headache, from…
by Steve Tanham
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
by Steve Tanham
From Sue The Silent Eye There is something about a map, a proper, paper map, that makes a journey personal. We don’t tend to use sat-nav, resorting to such technologies only when cities force us to do so… and we had invested in a brand new map too, the other one having been worn to shreds over the past couple of years. So, instead … Read More North-easterly VI: Ringing a pele
by Steve Tanham
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)
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