Category: Stream of Consciousness

The Art of Dark Departure

It could equally well be titled ‘The dark art of departure’, I suppose, but, in this case, it‘s not the act but the leaving which is dark… At the time of writing, we are about to leave Sydney, aboard a cruise ship: the Royal Caribbean ‘Solstice’. We’ve never been on a cruise ship before.  It is only happening because two years ago, we booked … Read More The Art of Dark Departure

Antipodean Fragments – Foodoomooloo…

Sydney We are having breakfast at Charlie’s Foodamalloo, across the street from our hotel; the Ovolo. It’s a wonderful greasy spoon and reputed to be one of the best places for breakfast in Sydney – if you don’t mind the simple interior and the washed but stickily-aged wood and tiled tables. The Ovolo is located on the redeveloped old giant wharf at Woolloomooloo. The … Read More Antipodean Fragments – Foodoomooloo…

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

Inspector Sunday

The cat’s sudden appearance had startled Sunday. It took him a few moments to adjust; then he realised that the creature had been looking out of the window and not at him. Sunday followed the feline gaze and found that a huge angel had broken loose from a high cloud and was expanding as it fell to Earth… “Mow ” said the cat, suddenly … Read More Inspector Sunday

The Old Man and the Tower

There was and is a tower, a tall, dark tower. One day, a fugitive – ragged but not lost – came to this tower. The tower stood beside a wild sea, which constantly washed its face with spray. Day after day the sea would send clouds of cold spray high into the air, where some of the droplets splashed onto the thick, crystal windows … Read More The Old Man and the Tower

Of one mind?

To be of ‘one mind’: it’s an expression we don’t hear a lot of, nowadays, though it remains available to us in the language. Historically, it was used to describe an intensity of opinion, or – even stronger – belief, that something was so important that several key figures united in a single ‘front’ of solidarity behind whatever was being endorsed. Perhaps our vision … Read More Of one mind?

Rings of Oak

Rings of Oak   Along my walk there is an oak   Grown sturdy on the edge of winds   Life’s hardships fought and won   Whose sole and noble bearing   Engenders shared sojourn   △   Its ridge it strides alone   And I, in passing, catch its thought   Like a point on a seen, sawn, levelled trunk   Though yearly … Read More Rings of Oak

South of the wall (1)

We normally take a week’s holiday at this time of year. Our Silent Eye’s main event – the April Workshop in Derbyshire – is a result of a year’s intensive preparation by the organisers and some very concentrated participation by all those present.  This year’s ‘Feathered Seer’ workshop worked very well and Sue and Stuart’s posts cover it in some detail, as per my … Read More South of the wall (1)

Ten small things

It was the sunset that started it, the return of what I have come to think of as ‘ the full sky’, just after the vernal equinox. I have a habit, when I manage to do full day’s gardening, of sitting with a final outdoor cup of tea and looking at the approaching sunset, camera in hand, experiencing what the ancient philosophers called ‘agape’. … Read More Ten small things