The Unseen Sea – 5: Now you see me…

The Silent Eye Part Five of The Unseen Sea The square in the town is bathed in the kind of mellow light that you get only at the end of summer. Jessica is playing, walking toe to heel, following the lines on the old stone, flags, which were rescued and restored from an historic water mill by the local authority as part of its … Read More The Unseen Sea – 5: Now you see me…

Hug someone

The Silent Eye It is early when I wander through to the kitchen… the world is silent except for the little grunting noises Ani makes as I cuddle her good morning. I don’t speak dog fluently, but I have a feeling these short, low grunts are an expression of affection; you only ever hear them during cuddles and that is how we start our … Read More Hug someone

A path of the heart

The Silent Eye “For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length–and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.”― Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge Recently a name has kept on cropping up that takes me back several … Read More A path of the heart

Fooling ourselves…

Treat yourself to a little smile… The Silent Eye As soon as you start to mention the whole mind over matter thing, scepticism immediately cuts in like an automatic safety mechanism to keep you on the right side of reality and sanity. Vague visions of objects floating across a room by the use of telekinetic powers are accompanied by the eerie strains of 70s … Read More Fooling ourselves…

Shadows

The Silent Eye To the small creatures that call the tree home, we are no more than a temporary addition to their landscape. Spiders and beetles wander over our legs or drop from our hair as we rest with our backs to the trunk, feeling the sleepy life of the tree through our spines. Our world is in the darkness and we are grateful … Read More Shadows

Mad, bad and dangerous to know

Originally posted on Stepping Stones:
Nice lads. (Found at Matt Fradd) Well. I’ve been trying to write the same post since April 2015, and it might (just) be about to be writ… or not… so a little preamble might be in order. I was at work. The phone rang. It was the wife. She immediately went on a rambling explanation about two clean-cut young…

Song of the Stones VIII…

The perception of memory

The Silent Eye I slowed to let the young lad on the bicycle pull out onto the roundabout. That looks like… I raised my hand to wave to my son’s friend and instantly realised my mistake. It might have been his son, but it certainly was not the boy I had known. It couldn’t be… he would be in his thirties now and this … Read More The perception of memory

French Postcards 8

What would you do if you were the Archbishop of Narbonne and you found yourself being made Pope? You might consider honouring your former home by creating a new, gothic, cathedral – a very grand cathedral; one modeled on the splendour of those in Northern France.  In 1268 that’s exactly what Pope Clement IV did. He decided that it would be a monument made … Read More French Postcards 8

Do animals “feel”?

Originally posted on Stepping Stones:
Blackie on her rounds.  (Found at Mira Images) They say that animals don’t “feel”. Meet Blackie. At least that’s what we called her, as kids. It may even have been her real name, it’s been so long I’m no longer sure. That’s Eddy Miller on his rounds with her. Hadn’t thought about Blackie for many years, despite the large…