We’ve been nominated!

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Sue, Stuart and I have been nominated for an award at the forthcoming Blogger’s Bash lunch in London on the 11th June. The nomination is for the Silent Eye and is under the category of “Most Inspirational Bloggers”.

We don’t know which kind soul has done this, but we’re very grateful…

Amidst the very talented blogs out there, we probably stand very little chance of actually winning anything, but every vote counts…

So, a big thank you to that unknown and wonderful friend… just for nominating us; and a huge cyber-hug for anyone who votes for us.

Also, Sue’s eldest son, Nick, whose courageous journey back from the effects of his horrific attack several years ago has been well documented in Sue’s journals, is nominated for “Best Newcomer”

Click this link to get to Sacha Black’s WordPress page to vote.

Thank you!

Steve, Stuart and Sue

 

 

History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Two, Layers of the Cold Eye

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History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Two, Layers of the Cold Eye

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At the eastern end of the main complex of Caldey Abbey a stone stairway leads upwards to one of the most enigmatic parts of the island.

St David’s is the parish church of Caldey Island. This may seem a strange notion, given that the impressive Abbey is next door, but the island has residents and workers who are not part of the Abbey’s interior life, and their spiritual needs need to be met, too.

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All the more strange, then, that parish church of St David’s is built on a small hill which has a remarkable and culturally-mixed history.

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At first sight, St David’s church looks plain and in no way ancient. But looks can be deceiving. The main parts of the present building are Norman, but the foundations and, possibly, parts of the nave, are Celtic Christian in origin, dating back to the 6th Century A.D., the time of the first Abbot of Celtic Christian Caldey – St. Samson. Samson was a disciple of the renowned Saint Illtud, whose base was Llantwit Major, now a small town, approximately fifty miles east of Tenby on the coast between Swansea and Cardiff.

From the Llantwig Major Historical Society web page:

“Llantwit Major (in Welsh Llanilltud Fawr) is named as the site of the main church of Illtud, one of the founding Saints of the monastic settlements of the 5th century AD in Wales.” 

“Illtud came to this sheltered valley of Hodnant in the last decades of the 5th century. On the Ogney Brook, a mile inland from the sea, close to the site of the present church he founded his monastery.

At its height this was a major centre for education and evangelism in the revived western church, its influence reaching through Cornwall and Devon to Brittany and beyond, led by the students and successors of Illtud, Samson of Dol, Gildas the Wise and Paul Aurelian. Of the nearly thirty churches dedicated to Illtud almost half are in Brittany.”

Saint Samson, as, first a monk, and latterly, the abbot, of the first (known) religious settlement on the island is therefore of considerable importance to the story of Caldey. His importance to the founders of the present Cistercian monastery was highlighted in part one of this series of posts.

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St. Samson (c490-565), stylised representation

The Celtic Christian settlement of Caldey continued until the 12th century, when the island was, once more, abandoned – to remain so until the early years of the 20th century. Historians differ as to the likely cause. Some say that the Celtic Christian monks succumbed to the ‘savagery’ of the marauding Vikings. Others say that the later non-Celtic church exaggerated the Viking’s story for its own political ends and that the invaders were quick to settle and integrate within Britain’s ancient landscapes…we may never know.

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It is believed that Caldey’s name derives from two Viking words: ‘Keld’ meaning ‘cold’; and ‘Eye’ meaning island.

All this history lies, unnoticed, beneath the upper structure of what is now St David’s (parish) church…and elsewhere on Caldey, as we shall see…

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The surrounding graveyard of St David’s church consists of simple wooden crosses – said to perpetuate the traditions of the ancient pre-history of this iconic hill which has been used as a place of sacred burial since time immemorial. This may be linked to the legends that islands were considered by the Celts to be ‘liminal’ places linking heaven and earth… Today, we might interpret liminal as ‘neither one nor the other’, but in the most ancient of Christian traditions, it could equally be interpreted as ‘partaking of the higher and the lower, producing something more, between…’

Entering the church of St David’s, you are struck by the simplicity of the place.

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Simple, pilgrims’ wooden crosses line the entranceway, technically, I suppose, the narthex. Entering the nave you are immediately in a very simple place, yet one not diminished by this. Plain wooden chairs vie for space with the venerable font.

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Turning to leave the simple space, everything changes when you look up at the western wall, over the entrance, to see the glorious stained glass design, “The Tree of Life”, created by Dom Theodore Bailey in the 1920s – shortly before the Benedictine presence faltered, to be replaced by the more austere, yet ultimately persistent, Cistercians.

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“The Tree of Life” by Dom Theodore Bailey, Benedictine Monk of Caldey in the 1920s

The final image to be mentally taken away is a painting depicting the Christ with his Crown of Thorns, created by Cistercian Brother Gildas in 2008. You leave, feeling that much about St David’s – like the rest of Caldey, is unseen, and only to be revealed by much effort…

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Painting of Christ with Crown of Thorns by Brother Gildas, 2008.

(to be continued) 

Where were we? Skeletons and Templars

Music Lady and Shrieking Deer

A very thoughtful piece from Ali

alienorajt's avatarChronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

Sometimes a buddy can come in the form of a person met only briefly…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/buddy/

The inchoate weeping continued for most of yesterday, and has resumed (to a lesser extent) today. I am letting my body do what it needs to release some of the huge build-up of tension and fear. Cathartic, if painful.

This morning dawned the golden-white brightness of forge-heated gold, a metallic sheen which seemed to slide off houses and trees and pool in the centre of lawns. My body was that weird combination of poker-stiff and trembling which betokens high nervous tension. I needed to be out.

Velvet Bottom was calling strongly. Jumble struggled to get into the boot and, in giving him a hand, I felt something give in my lumber area (a vulnerable spot since I wrenched it push-starting my Puch 50 way back in 1979). But, I was not going to let that…

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Arty Tuesday – “Coming Home”

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“Coming Home”

First in a series of Tuesday arty pieces.

Feel free to share or re-use, but kindly leave the notice intact to help

the Silent Eye School.

Polar Light of Sombre Sun

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Polar Light of Sombre Sun

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In polar light of sombre sun

Are flickering shadows seen

As Words emerge

Whose dancing light

Is greater than the place they’ve been

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A Lion’s mouth sounds forth it’s call

As red is joined to white

And in that voice

Is freedom’s choice

Made total in the night

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Does lighted wood create its life

Or simply give it song?

Within the form

No longer born

Uniquely kissed, no right or wrong

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A mighty breath, drawn in and held

assumes the power of good

And hands its life

Beyond all strife

To She whose body is the wood

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©Stephen Tanham 2016

Sudden come and breathtaking

Whimsically penned.

Michael Graeme's avatarThe Rivendale Review

persephoneSo, 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 is spiritual.

She is the most striking of beauties, this young Lancashire girl. No make-up, yet  easily the better of any movie star. She has dark brows, thick, expressive in their tilt, green-blue eyes, a wide mouth, full Pre Raphaelite lips held tight for now as she pours. She will be quick to smile, I suspect, but for now restrained. She is the hired help, new I think, a minimum wage slaver, old enough to kill for Queen and country, but not old enough to earn a so called living wage.

It is…

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Keys to the Forgotten Song #writephoto

Éilis’ magnificent story…

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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, become and belong. They gave them access to adventure, growth, grieving and love, finding and leaving, succeeding and failing, wanting and being enough.
The keys kept the song of the world in tune, according each the measure of who they were, each knowing the reasons for the bars in the way, each aware of the immense value of the rests and how the melody could not proceed where silence was not allowed.

And then, gradually, the keys were forgotten, lost. No one could say what or where they were. No children were taught their purpose…

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The Celebration of Mister Fox: bestial cluster…

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Bear and Wolf and Dog and Fox are all closely related.

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It is tempting to imagine a common ancestor; bigger than Wolf but smaller than Bear.

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But the official line has something much less rapacious originally slink down from the trees.

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To replace what? The Dinosaurs whose more agile Brethren had taken to the air.

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I wonder what Linnaeus would make of the Mister Fox procession, as it snakes its way through the alleys and walkways of the Saturday night revelers, inviting all in its wake.

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“We saw Foxes!” says my companion.

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Well, yes and no…

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We saw something less and something more than Foxes…

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History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part One

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The Tree of Life Window on Caldey Island

History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part One

Caldey Island lies a half hour boat ride from the beautiful Pembrokeshire resort of Tenby. Tenby is bustling and vibrant. Caldey is a quiet and contemplative, and feels like a very different world.

Bernie and I had visited Caldey many years ago. Back then there were some unanswered  questions in my mind, following our short visit; so, this time, I wanted to take a better camera and record some of the things that had fascinated me.

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As the above photo shows, just leaving Tenby can be a challenging affair. The Pembrokeshire coast has a wide tidal range and very low tides can mean the whole boarding pier being pushed into or (as above) pulled out of the cold ocean to gain access to the beach or the waiting boat! This is not a luxury crossing…

Once at sea, the splendour of Tenby’s Georgian skyline becomes apparent.

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The short crossing ends with a view of a wonderful, golden beach to welcome visitors to Caldey.

First glimpse of Caldey

Disembarkation can be just as challenging, for, as we shall see later, both ends of the sea journey can involve some ‘roughing it’.

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Once on Caldey Island, the routes available to the visitor are well signed. The majority of visitors are there to see the beautiful Cistercian Monastery, but there are other attractions, including the poignant Glade of Calvary.

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From the quay, a short walk of half a kilometre reveals the first view of the Cistercian building. The complex of buildings was constructed in the decade from 1906 onwards by a group of pioneering Anglican Benedictines who bought the island island and, in a brave attempt to establish their dedication to the church, set about building the present structures. A bold Italianate style was used, topped by the imposing red towers, roofs and turrets.

First View of Caldey Monastery

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In recognition of their efforts, the pioneering Benedictines were received into the Catholic Church in 1913, but, tragically, increasing financial difficulties forced them to sell the entire island, including the Abbey, in 1925.

The present Order of Cistercians, who live by a stricter and more contemplative variant of the Benedictine Rule, descend from a ‘rescuing’ group of monks from Scourmont Abbey, in Belgium. In 1929, they were sent to ‘seed’ the island as a ‘daughter house’; and to work for its full restoration, though from a slightly different tradition.

In a remarkable gesture, this group of Belgian monks honoured the original sacred tradition of Caldey Island, which was Celtic Christianity, by adopting St Samson, an early abbot of the original sixth century settlement, as their patron saint.

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The threads that link back to that Celtic world are everywhere to be seen on Caldey. Some of them are obvious, but many are hidden, suggesting a complex weave of ancient and modern that make up the spiritual foundations of this enigmatic island. These threads will be followed in subsequent posts…

(to be continued) 

Where were we?

Mister Fox in Holmfirth

Sue Vincent's avatarSue Vincent's Daily Echo

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Flames light the night and the beat of the drum calls…

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Guardians await the coming of the Silver Fox…

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Foxes prowl the night…

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…and the revellers become aware… and they follow.

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Music fills the night…

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Trees blossom with fireflowers…

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and strange creatures, half seen in the shadows.

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The Silver Fox lights the torches…

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Many flock to the banner…

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Dragons dance in the flames…

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…and a giant Crow challenges the Silver Fox.

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…but he is no match for the feral fire.

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and he flees into the shadows.

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A shaft of flame from the staff of the Silver Fox lights the braziers…

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and the Foxes dance, triumphant.

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Esto Audax…Esto Ferox.

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