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Land of the Heart

This is a self-help exercise I developed recently. I call it ‘Land of the Heart’
It’s an exercise that involves the surrender of the small self that feels so much pain and anguish, especially at a time of national division, such as we have on both sides of the Atlantic, today.
It’s an exercise that addresses that feeling of helplessness that many of us are enduring as we watch our civilisations change. We have been raised in an age that encourages us to take responsibility for things. On a personal level, this is healthy; but when confronted with the kind of societal change we now face, we can become narrow and negatively focussed by thinking we should be making a difference. In truth, we can only make a difference to our selves.
But the power of that should not be underestimated…
This exercise involves packing all those troubles – many of which are imagined, for we are seldom in real pain or danger – into a little mental kitbag and carrying that ‘wrapped’ bag with us into the world – our daily world – in a very special way.
At this stage we don’t surrender those troubles, feelings or anguish; we just keep them wrapped. But we carry in our hearts a conviction that there is somewhere else they belong.
As we set off into our daily world, we think of that little kitbag, perhaps slung over our shoulder like the Tarot card of the Fool.

The Original Rider-Waite Tarot card of The Fool, by Pamela Coleman Smith. Source Wikipedia
The Fool card, with its happy and ‘naive’ figure has different levels of significance. It would take a full blog just to provide an outline of them. It is the first of the Major Aracana of the Tarot and sits on the Tree of Life in a position that links the place of the Crown of consciousness with the place of the first emanation in the act of cosmic creation.
For the purpose of our exercise, the naivety of the supposed Fool is important. He has no fear of what lies ‘beneath’ him (or her) in the creation. This is because he IS the unfolding act of creation…
One more thing remains before we can take the walk of the Fool into the Land of the Heart. We need to find an old leaf, or a dead or dying flower… or something similar, that has experienced the glory of life, but is now fading… Its pattern remains, to show us something important; but a higher pattern that imprinted it has departed, to return to its pre-life potency.

Our final search is to find (or ask to be show) somewhere of great beauty. We need not be physically there, though that’s wonderful if it is possible. A photo of such a place works well, as does an abstract image. If the first photo in this blog moves you (as it did me) then feel free to have it and hold it.
We now have everything we need to carry out the exercise. In our minds we become the Fool in the Tarot card. Walking forward into our new day. We take the old leaf or flower and hold it in one of our hands, feeling love for the wonder of its life, but knowing that what it really WAS is gone… to become another IS.
Looking at the view or image of the place we have selected, we surrender our small self and the kitbag into the image of the eternal and constantly changing world of which we can only ever have a tiny amount of knowledge.
And then, crushing the remains of the leaf or flower, we return the pieces to the ground, to feed what needs to grow next, thinking of the Fool’s kitbag as we do so.
We have freed ourselves from the contents of the kitbag. We have embraced and surrendered the smallness of our personal self. In so doing we have become a living part of the Land of the Heart.
©Stephen Tanham 2020
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.
Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.
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Mellow, then Naked

With gentle care, my drunken head
Is upwards tilted, facing Sun
I glimpse pale gold in summer’s field
To trace, already, winter’s dread
As hues of autumn’s failing now revealed
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Too soon! Unready heart implores!
But she, intent and moistened scent
Upon the harvest’s fulsome bliss
Inscribes my name on deeper lands-
Baptising wordsmith with her kiss
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This is my chosen task–her ask
To face the winds, the rain and snow
To see the bare yet feel the beat
Of life withdrawn to hidden mask
As thickened leather wraps my feet
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To dig through darker months the toil
Our hands return to deeper soil
Which, haunted by four faces’ song
Five-finds a singer always whole
And tells her truth; to write the wrong
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©Stephen Tanham 2020
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.
Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.
And one from Stuart…
From Sue…

“Don’t give me your excuses…. you’re a superhobbit and superhobbits don’t seize up!”
My son had phoned me to discuss his garden, even though I had just spent yet another nine hours in it, moving tons of earth and stone… and that is not dramatic exaggeration but simple fact. I’d done the same the for two days before too. At my age and with my bones, I am entitled to seize up.
The first day, labour and time being in short supply, I had hand-oiled and moved three hundred yards of timber to help out… and that was bad enough. Truth be told, it was only adrenalin that carried me through the next day. I had waited at home for my own delivery, dragged fence panels and posts into my garden and carried in three hundred pounds of cement mix. My back protested, but needs must when deliveries are ‘kerbside’.
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– You wouldn’t get me sulking
Cappuccino!
– I only said your fur looks like a milky coffee…
And yours a cappuccino!
– Well, I am a cat!
©Stephen Tanham
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#ShortWrytz : “thank you!”

Thank you. Oh thank you… thank you.
😎 Steve

It’s rained all night – for most of August, to be honest. Our weekly Pilates class has been beset by bridge failures for the past two months.
So.. equipped with our own tea, we’re here early… 18 minutes early, to be exact, and sitting, with kind permission, in the closed bar of Kendal Rugby Club, the place where the classes are held.
Funny how the table number is chuckling at me…
©Stephen Tanham
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Above the Lion and the Lamb (part three)
It was past four in the afternoon. We had been walking for over five hours. Despite our best smiles – and Joh’s chocolate – we were tired, very tired.

We were desperately looking for something – a path that should have been climbing up towards us from the steep lower slopes of the glacial corrie below. But paths – this far into a landscape – can be tenuous things, and all we could see, below and west, was the course of a stream, cascading down the valley.

Jon was pointing along the line of our high path, towards what I took to be a tarn, set high against the corrie wall. I had a mental picture of Jon’s map and knew that the far glacial wall was too high to intersect our present course.

“No,” he said, immediately understanding my glum expression, and pointing to a gap in the near ridge just left of my line of sight. “There!”

I looked… there. A small gulley acted as a cut-away to reveal what I had thought was the far side of the valley. But my perspective had been wrong. Revealed in the ‘V’ was a thin strip of path… climbing to meet the track we were on.
With something approaching joy, we powered up our weary feet and walked forward. In the end, we need not have worried; the two paths intersected not far from the corrie wall – which still towered high above us. We had no desire to sample the – undoubtedly stunning – views from its northern edge.
We joined the downward path – just a smattering of stones at this height – and began our longed-for descent.

The descending path was steep. Even worse, the path and the stream crossed each other all the time, meaning we had to pick our way across the larger boulders to traverse.

In places, the stream would suddenly drop ten, or even twenty feet, turning the way ahead into a partial waterfall. We knew that most walking accidents occurred on the way back from the heart of the walk: when the legs are at their most tired. There was still another four miles of the descent before we reached the level ground at the outskirts of Grasmere…

This is the kind of landscape that will constantly surprise you. When the main section of the descent was done, we sat by the stream – now a river – and had the last of the chocolate and the final sips of water. For some reason, our thoughts turned to the idea of a long, cold beer, reminiscent of the John Mills film ‘Ice cold in Alex’. The idea was potent and spurred us on.

Jon pointed to the top of the ridge, which was now above us and to the left. He thought that there may be a figure standing where we had rested so many hours before, looking down, ruefully, at the bridge… and choosing the long walk.

I raised the telephoto lens of the camera and and zoomed in…

To keep our spirits up, we chatted about our favourite sights of the day. Mine had been seeing the Lion and Lamb Rocks from above:

Bernie’s had been the hundreds of butterflies flying around a large but solitary thistle bush, close to Gibson Knot:

Kathy remarked that discovering that there actually was a path back along the valley had “been pretty special”.

Jon remarked that his was yet to come, but he could bear that cold beer calling from Grasmere…
We walked on, knowing that another hour would see us back at our start point in Grasmere.
Around the next bend, a familiar friend awaited us: the bridge we had last seen from nearly 500 metres above our present location.

To show her pleasure, the tireless Tess dashed across it and back to collect us.

We emerged from the glacial Easedale valley and into the farmland around the town. Another half hour to go. But then Bernie looked at her watch and realised we had only fifteen minutes left on the parking ticket.
We reassured her that, at this late hour, we were unlikely to get a fine, but she trotted off, surprising the three of us with her reservoir of energy.
‘Ice Cold in Alex’. The moment will live in our taste buds for ever….


Bernie arrived back with the car at the same moment the beer was delivered to our table. It was the best beer I’ve ever had…
It was 18:38. We had been walking for nearly eight hours – far longer than we had planned. We had covered eleven very difficult miles. But, we had done three of Wainwright’s peaks and made it home in relatively good shape.
What a day!
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Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.
Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.

I snapped this while walking the collie along Morecambe’s seafront in a strong wind, earlier today.
And then I was reading about WordPress’ new iOS ‘share’ extension for Apple iPad and iPhone, which can instantly convert online content (eg pictures or a block of text) into a there-and-then post.
It seemed the perfect test! However, I was expecting a ‘preview’ dialogue, but apparently not..
But what it does is good, if a little trigger happy! So, rather than shoot it, I’ll leave it there…
And later I added this:
‘The Midland’ is Morecambe’s iconic Art Deco hotel, whose beautiful renovation by Urban Splash became a key event in Victorian seaside town’s regeneration.
The Eden Project’s directors have recently confirmed that they are to site the new Eden North campus next to the Midland Hotel, on a part of the seafront that used to be home to the famous ‘Super Swimming Stadium’ – the TV home of the Miss Great Britain contest that ran from the 1950s to the 80s.
Times have, thankfully, moved on, and the eco focus of Eden North will have a dramatic effect on the town’s fortunes.
We are due to attend an Eden North event in November. I hope to do a detailed blog, then.
Hope you enjoy the pic!
Steve 😎












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