by Steve Tanham
As perfectly expressed as you could wish for… The Silent Eye Tap ‘spirituality’ into the search bar of Amazon and you will be faced with around half a million choices. Not so very long ago, you could trawl every bookstore in town.. and most towns had a fair few to choose from… and you would be lucky to find anything more than a bible. Ask … Read More Finding a path
by Steve Tanham
As we approach our weekend workshop of ancient tales, some sobering thoughts from Sue…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Image source: allpoetry.com These pages may be no mighty oak, but the rest of the quote seems to fit. I mentioned this morning the sad, slow beginnings of this blog, with its whole six views in its first year. The blog has grown a little since then. Today it informed me that it has been read…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
…That night the world took on strange colours and my dream-girl became a tree. If I were a Druid I would say that I had fallen under the sway of a wood nymph, a Dryad… She is certainly very beautiful and pulls me away from the busy road where traffic endlessly flashes through the ever screaming air… She always…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!:
Very soon, I shall be setting off up North for the fourth Silent Eye April Workshop/weekend of Ritual Drama and lovely fellowship. I am looking forward to it enormously. Two years ago, I played the role of Sekhmet – and an incredibly powerful and life-changing experience it was too. My character’s imprisonment and torture at the…
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “Love you!” says my granddaughter, wearing a huge grin and blowing soggy kisses She still can’t pronounce the words quite right, nor does she really know what they mean. She only knows they always bring smiles when she says them. She has learned them from the big people who feed, cuddle and play. The ones with whom she is safe and … Read More Thought without words
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Sound of What Happens:
We Trudge treacherous trails Rough mountains and the thorny plains of tomorrow We listen as landscapes keep up their crying Memorizing wounds and their places Hot sun rises, leaving burned faces Here, human hatred, there is no shade We taste the tears of the left behind Wander the day, sharp with remembering Never stop building The…
Sun in Gemini 
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