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Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (21) – The Anxious Heart

We were sitting by the river, though earlier than usual. The padded plastic-bottomed picnic blanket I had brought serving us well as a coffee base on the cold limestone, which was constantly made wet by the spray from the rapids in the adjacent river Kent. Neither of us seemed to mind the gentle mist. The thermos flask had been half emptied and we were enjoying our coffee.  … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (21) – The Anxious Heart

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (20) – A Torrent of Fear

I met Alexandra at the local station. She had agreed to spend an hour longer with me before getting the London train from Oxenholme, which serves the Lake District and has a direct link to the capital.  She changed into her summer boots at the back of her car, and we walked the short distance to the local bakery, which had a tiny cafe, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (20) – A Torrent of Fear

Tracking the Silent Eye . . .

For those interested in the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, we have recently (July 2015) re-written our eleven-page overview about our Work. The images and text below are extracted from the downloadable PDF document, which is also indexed to provide fast links directly from your browser. You can download the full version of this by clicking below: Silent Eye 2015 Gen BrochureV1AA The Call … Read More Tracking the Silent Eye . . .

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (19) – Rocky of the Rock

Alexandra was picking her way along the shoreline at the edge of the bay, probably cursing me. She was clutching a printed copy of the email I had sent her, asking that she bring sensible footwear – for which, these days, she read ‘boots’ – and allow a little extra time. The note closed with my offer of bringing the coffee. I had a … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (19) – Rocky of the Rock

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (18) – The Jealous Eye

Alexandra joined me at exactly half past eight, smiling. She took a thin and exotic-looking notes folder, bound in black leather, from her large travel bag. From the folder, which she opened and laid out on our coffee table, she took a shiny, black and gold Mont Blanc pen. “Nice . . .” I said. “Morning” she responded. “Still nice . . .” “It’s … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee (18) – The Jealous Eye

Microfibre and tractor beams – a tale from the shrinking settee

Serafina is sitting in the formal chair, I’m lazing on the old leather settee, which fits nicely under the angled overhang unavoidably created when the architect cunningly crafted the upper floor on to our former Lakeland bungalow. “Why irony?” she says. “Irony?” – I’m playing hard to get. As my portable shrink, she’s used to such tactics. “On the top of your personal WordPress … Read More Microfibre and tractor beams – a tale from the shrinking settee

The Solstice Stone

Watched over by the ancient Lion and Lamb the Summer Solstice light tries to kiss awake the sleeping mind of Mankind

Approaching the Solstice – Saturday

Standing in the Eye of the Uffington White Horse Looking down at the processional route from ancient times . . .

Approach to the Summer Solstice – Friday

As we approach the Summer Solstice, a few pictures from last weekend’s Silent Eye weekend in Avebury. These ancient and grand stones mark the entrance to the West Kennet long barrow. At a suitably private moment we experimented with chanting and found the resonant note for this beautiful place … Quite a sensation when a Neolithic barrow starts singing back at you …

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

I had arranged to meet Alexandra on the seafront the next Monday morning. I explained that I would bring us take-away coffee, as I wanted to use the half-hour to do a large-scale drawing. I had hinted that additional footwear might be required and she looked quite incongruous when she arrived, in pin stripe suit and walking boots . . . “Only for you!” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fifteen

“I’ve got you an extra coffee, in a take-away cup, because I knew you were going to be late, and I’m thoughtful like that . . .” I watched for her reaction. The word confusion was written across Alexandra’s face. I winced, inside – this was going to be a tough one. “But . . . but I’m not late!” she protested, looking at her watch … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fifteen

Dark Night of the Stone

Dark Night of the Stone Freezing fingers clutch the silver cup The thin but faithful horse stands grace Equine feelings urge Gawain, “Go on” The mountain stream adds ice; its own Completing miseries’ embrace ——- How did we come to this, Gawain? His frozen thoughts; the pain, protest How did we seek a place unknown To pay the debt we shouldn’t own From Christmas … Read More Dark Night of the Stone