by Steve Tanham
Below the Line Below the line a heart slow beating While dark, cold tendrils sodden sing Of orbits, turning, distance closing As brightest love returns to bring A curve exploding into space As Ra prepares first kiss of Spring
by Steve Tanham
And if you dare it Build it strong For hands of Gods Wait aeons long To still the single voice of Babel Stan Feb15
by Steve Tanham
If you’re of the same ‘Boomer’ generation as me you’ll probably remember Allan Sherman’s song from 1963 ‘Hello Mother, Hello Father’. The song only got as far as number 14 in the UK Hit Parade at the time, but has gone down in musical history since, as one of the classics. If you don’t know it, or you’d like to revisit it, you can … Read More Dog Daze
by Steve Tanham
A friend who had never been to one of our workshops asked me recently, “But what’s it really like doing that sort of stuff, is it just make-believe and good company or is there something deeper?” Much deeper, I was thinking, but you have to say that gently; you have to paint a picture with words and gesture and listen to what’s being said … Read More A Time Machine in Derbyshire
by Steve Tanham
It is strange how the apparently unconnected can suddenly link up to provide us with a glimpse of a dimension deeper than that in which we normally live. I suspect that, in the great scheme of things, humour does this, too. It has been a reflective morning. I am mortally wounded – okay, I have a sprained ankle. This means I am ‘having’ to … Read More Telepathy and Cold Smoke
by Steve Tanham
I am at an interesting stage in the writing of the Silent Eye’s April workshop. We are not up to production, yet. This early stage is about taking the initial ideas and coalescing them into a workable set of five dramas based on sacred temple principles. Each person attending the workshop plays a part; and the core themes are explored by (scripted) acting, forum … Read More King of Kings?
by Steve Tanham
“December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know . . . that they’re all a little older.” December is, finally, gone. There is a weariness about January. The comfort and festivities with which we brace ourselves against the oncoming winter have lost their potency – and, thankfully, their habitual power to affect our errant waistlines, for which we now have to … Read More The January Man
by Steve Tanham
You can barely see them, but if you look closely at the image below, you can discern a curved line of ‘orbs’ over the canal bridge in the darkness. These strange things don’t often appear in my camera’s visual harvest, but I’m always interested when they do – the last one of note was in a temple in Egypt. I’m not at all fanciful … Read More Orbs in the darkness
by Steve Tanham
I’ve written about Ulverston before. This small town on the north-west reaches of Morecambe Bay, close to Barrow-in-Furness, has a special charm. It is not touristy in the normal sense of the word. It’s not even pretty, in a conventional way – but it is full of interest and charm. It helps that it sits to the immediate south of some of the most … Read More Fair Ulverston sets its Christmas sail . . .
by Steve Tanham
The groom and best man wait Last Saturday, my eldest son, Matthew, married his long-time lady-love, Medi (Mayada). Both are now medical doctors, having studied together at Newcastle/Durham Medical School. They have subsequently done their junior doctor F1 and F2 periods in London, where they have now set up home. The wedding took place at the Savile Club in London, which turned out to … Read More An Upstairs-Downstairs Wedding
by Steve Tanham
What was it that broke under such circumstances? I had asked the question of myself the week before. When you ‘stopped the world’ what was it that broke? Perhaps breaking was too strong a word – it could also be described as a passage from one state of attention to another . . . I sipped the hot coffee, noisily – it was the … Read More Coffee with Don Pedro – Part 20
Sun in Gemini 
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