Tag: Winter Solstice

Sodden

Sodden, like a soldier’s backpack hauled across the final freezing mile. The face of one determined To outlive, within an icy smile. A green chord, stroked arpeggio Denied its solemn tone But knowing minor E contains The fire in flint and spark in stone. The forest, bright with inner flame Disguised in mud and weeping bark Waits, silent, dripping, lost in time A holding … Read More Sodden

Metanoia and Light from Darkness

This Sunday (17th December) sees the last of our Silent Eye Explorations zoom meetings for 2023.  It’s been a fascinating year, and we mean to end it with a special event which will combine a guided mediation on the subject of ‘metanoia’ with a visualised, mental and emotional odyssey to two sacred places on the mystical and ancient Orkney islands. We’re going to supplement … Read More Metanoia and Light from Darkness

The Eight with Two Dots

I remember being a child and considering the Yin-Yang figure for the first time. It fascinated me. I felt like I couldn’t ‘see it’ properly – as though something about it was hidden… For several days after spying it on a street poster, I tried to draw it, but without success. The best I could do was render it as ‘an eight with two … Read More The Eight with Two Dots

The other side of colour (2 of 2)

In part one, we travelled through a world of autumn’s dying colours to consider the continuing life beneath the earth – the world of the root. There is an inevitable sense of loss as the warm months fade away, leaving us with memories of pale blue skies and the perfume of the summer days… and the fullness of life. We are presented with a … Read More The other side of colour (2 of 2)

End of the Line

Take me out in darkness Where the only light is black Like a railway platform leading To the forms that end the track ⦿ Let endless trains of thinking Pass, ghostly, through the night And cease their whistling thunder In a silence turning bright ⦿ Let what I am-not die there On the empty, singing rails As sleepers are run over As tickets blown … Read More End of the Line

Two for the Solstice

Two poems for the coming Solstice. The first is The Iron Hand from Barbara Walsh, who is in the process of establishing her own WordPress site: The Iron Hand The iron-hard earth imprisons life below Cold darkness, gripping life that glows But not to conquer or destroy; That life now sleeping waits to grow Till winter’s touch so cold yet needed. Releases gentle fingers … Read More Two for the Solstice