by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Rivendale Review:
So, I see this tall girl in the coffee shop. Actually, she’s the waitress, about to pour my coffee. She wears a short black skirt, black waitressy blouse, nipped at the waist. She has dark hair, shiny, only partly contained by a voluminous Edwardianesque bun. And suddenly I am held spellbound. I dispute biology as an explanation for this moment. This…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Sound of What Happens:
https://scvincent.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/writephoto.jpg?w=300 In the beginning the keys were known. Their place and purpose was common knowledge. They were discussed in passing as we might talk about the weather, the planning of meals, or the news. The keys made life what it was: they unlocked the people’s joys and sorrows, they opened new spaces within which to begin,…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
Bear and Wolf and Dog and Fox are all closely related. It is tempting to imagine a common ancestor; bigger than Wolf but smaller than Bear. But the official line has something much less rapacious originally slink down from the trees. To replace what? The Dinosaurs whose more agile Brethren had taken to the air. I wonder what Linnaeus…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Flames light the night and the beat of the drum calls… Guardians await the coming of the Silver Fox… Foxes prowl the night… …and the revellers become aware… and they follow. Music fills the night… Trees blossom with fireflowers… and strange creatures, half seen in the shadows. The Silver Fox lights the torches… Many flock to…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye A recent trip to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford brought us face to face with history, covering many centuries and many cultures. One of the things that struck me was the quantity of objects that were associated with the sacred. It is perfectly understandable that this should be so as those things that are considered to be sacred, or be representative … Read More Seeing the sacred
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“In a time before memory…when the land was yet young and Albion unborn, I dreamed the stars of a time yet to be. I dreamed your becoming. …I see you. I called and you have come. The time is now.” Join us as we journey back beyond recorded history to a time known only in dreams…
by Steve Tanham
That poignant moment when a year’s worth of effort comes to a graceful end… In the Outer, at least. The Silent Eye Photo by Barbara Walsh The Sunday morning guided meditation took the Companions back to the place where they had begun to seek answers to their own riddles. To begin the day in silent communion with a sense of something vast and sacred … Read More Leaf and Flame – Laughter on the dance floor
by Steve Tanham
Some Leaf and Flame wisdom… The Silent Eye Lady Grene …your neck was saved by a Lady’s garter! Why, Gawain, you really are too much I believe little more than half of all that you have told me and I suspect, as you know only too well, that what is left of the tale is little more than pure fabrication… Foliate Gawain (un-hitching Lady … Read More Starless night…
by Steve Tanham
A Harvest of Earthlings In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – The Tower… #writephoto ‘She called to me first!” he whispers into the quiet air as his deftly trained fingers used the most subtle of movements to spin the final sector of the third quadrax lock. Ordinarily, such a noise would mean death, on a stealth mission of this nature, but he knows, … Read More A Harvest of Earthlings #writephoto
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye The Saturday of any workshop is always busy. No matter how much free time you try and build in, there never is any spare time. The morning began by greeting the dawn and a reading on the hillside of the Tale of the Wondrous Head. Back in the warmth of the Centre, we gathered for a guided meditation designed to help … Read More Leaf and Flame – Sharing Life
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Sound of What Happens:
I have had little to say For I cannot both speak And share these silences Heavy with honesty Hidden heartbeats Leaves uncurling Reaching hands I cannot map change onto an undiscovered landscape Describe time’s tides not yet sailed Or make verses of untold Fragile possibilities Nascent and naked Stretching soft tendrils To touch a turning world…
Sun in Gemini 
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