Category: Spirituality

The Warrior’s Glade

In the original stories of the Arthurian cycle, the summer and autumn journeys of Sir Gawain, during his year of waiting for death at the hands of the Green Knight, are little documented and left to our imagination. In this poem, the Knight rests in a glade and becomes enraptured by a flower that reminds him of the pentagram, his symbol. The depth of the … Read More The Warrior’s Glade

Ben’s Bit, part two – The Little Red Book

I’ve done it again – drifted off, fully conscious; somewhere else. I do not know how long I’ve been staring at the Bakewell Gazette (see part one), absorbing their celebratory levity at my incarceration. ‘Local Businessman’? Well, stretching a point, but I know what they mean – certainly born among Northern hills very much like the beauty around Bakewell. ‘Businessman’? Definitely, until the recent, long-awaited … Read More Ben’s Bit, part two – The Little Red Book

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (22) – Flight and Fight

We ran through the steepening streets of the town. I pulled at Alexandra’s wrist and, every few strides, looked around, anxiously, in search of our pursuers. “What are we running from?” she laughed, behind me, now well used to my craziness. I had noticed that she had recently taken to wearing more casual clothing for our teaching encounters, and suspected that her larger bag, now … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (22) – Flight and Fight

River Crossing

Bold lines drawn on my gentle curves Hush noisy warrior Come slowly with me To the sea ©Stephen Tanham words and image, 2105

Ben’s Bit, part 1 – Humbling Beginnings

There is a wall and, across the dark room, another wall. I walk between them. Getting there – to the other wall – is the goal.  What is in the middle is mere mathematics: five strides sees me across the old stone floor, and I practice so that my toe touches the far wall exactly on the fifth . . . the edges of … Read More Ben’s Bit, part 1 – Humbling Beginnings

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (21) – The Anxious Heart

We were sitting by the river, though earlier than usual. The padded plastic-bottomed picnic blanket I had brought serving us well as a coffee base on the cold limestone, which was constantly made wet by the spray from the rapids in the adjacent river Kent. Neither of us seemed to mind the gentle mist. The thermos flask had been half emptied and we were enjoying our coffee.  … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (21) – The Anxious Heart

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (20) – A Torrent of Fear

I met Alexandra at the local station. She had agreed to spend an hour longer with me before getting the London train from Oxenholme, which serves the Lake District and has a direct link to the capital.  She changed into her summer boots at the back of her car, and we walked the short distance to the local bakery, which had a tiny cafe, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (20) – A Torrent of Fear

Tracking the Silent Eye . . .

For those interested in the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, we have recently (July 2015) re-written our eleven-page overview about our Work. The images and text below are extracted from the downloadable PDF document, which is also indexed to provide fast links directly from your browser. You can download the full version of this by clicking below: Silent Eye 2015 Gen BrochureV1AA The Call … Read More Tracking the Silent Eye . . .

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (18) – The Jealous Eye

Alexandra joined me at exactly half past eight, smiling. She took a thin and exotic-looking notes folder, bound in black leather, from her large travel bag. From the folder, which she opened and laid out on our coffee table, she took a shiny, black and gold Mont Blanc pen. “Nice . . .” I said. “Morning” she responded. “Still nice . . .” “It’s … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (18) – The Jealous Eye

The Solstice Stone

Watched over by the ancient Lion and Lamb the Summer Solstice light tries to kiss awake the sleeping mind of Mankind

The End of Time

The End of Time Whenever I think of Sandy I think, first, of his lined red face, his brightening smile And scrub and dust and boots, and thin cheroots And an old guitar that sings a while ———– No cares survived to scar his life Few needs, and too few friends preserved, pristine, his time But distant heartbeats feed, between the bottle and the … Read More The End of Time

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fourteen

Alexandra was late arriving for our usual Monday morning coffee.  She stormed into the coffee shop and slammed down the heaviest of her bags, making her less-than-hot latte shake in its tall glass tumbler. “Some people,” she fumed. “should never have be given driving licences . . . that taxi-driver is one of them!” If one can be said to sit down in anger, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fourteen