In April we will be holding our fourth annual workshop, marking three full years since the Silent Eye officially came to birth, though there had been a full year of
Author: Sue Vincent
Unlikely angels #1000speakUnlikely angels #1000speak
Four days after my son was attacked and left in a coma in a hospital over a hundred miles away, we had a major water leak. It was our second
Going green…Going green…
Over the past few weeks strange articles have begun to appear around the house. Arcane artefacts that belong, if not to another time, then to another world… a place of
Fanning the flames…Fanning the flames…
Where do they come from? They come out of the night… Where do they go to? Back to the night they return… They dance in the dark to pipe and
An informal weekend…An informal weekend…
People wonder what happens at a weekend workshop… ‘it all seems a bit weird’ … or words to that effect. Four times a year, the Silent Eye runs a weekend
Leaf and Flame…Leaf and Flame…
As we move towards the changing of the seasons and the turning of the year, we are turning our thoughts towards the Silent Eye Annual Workshop in April. It is
Not long…Not long…
An ancient landscape, shaped by glaciers and the hand of man. Mysterious symbols carved in stone amid the cairnfields. Quiet circles lost in the mists… and a small group of
Taking the biscuitTaking the biscuit
I am inspired. By a biscuit. A Rich Tea biscuit of renowned lineage to be exact. For those who have not encountered this denizen of the biscuit tin, it is
Sleeping with a mosquitoSleeping with a mosquito
I have never made a secret of the fact I have an intense dislike for mosquitoes. Mainly, I have to admit, because they seem to like me. I react badly
Unhappy bunny?Unhappy bunny?
Life gets a little odd sometimes. Just when you have come to terms with the way things are working out, it gets turned on its head and a myriad possibilities
The Call of the SoulThe Call of the Soul
Have you ever wanted to wake up to a world in which you feel you really belong? A world where your experience of life makes perfect sense and you greet
SilenceSilence
In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings
WingsWings
‘Which is the greater blessing,’ someone once asked, ‘to have the sublime unity of God to centre and save the universe? Or to have the concrete immensity of the universe
Hollow hills…Hollow hills…
This poem, written by Kathleen Raine, was one of the readings shared by the companions at the Mountains of the Sun weekend. We were seated atop an ancient long barrow,
Sacred PlacesSacred Places
All my life I have visited sacred sites when I could, and I have been lucky enough to visit many. Whether ancient church, temple, stone circle or legendary landscape, there
Seeing the detailSeeing the detail
“Odd, isn’t it, that the extreme and unusual lives lead here.” “Remember that saying in the bible about God spitting out the lukewarm?” “Yes… I was just thinking… not so
Playing out- Mountains of the SunPlaying out- Mountains of the Sun
Go on… when was the last time you went out to play? I don’t mean with children, wonderful as that is… but just you… playing out… in the fields. Leaving
The River of Life – by Jan Malique. River of the Sun 2015The River of Life – by Jan Malique. River of the Sun 2015
Jan Malique, our Vessel of Hathor for the River of the Sun, has kindly given permission for us to share her thoughts on the ritual weekend. Jan is a Comapnion
Busy bees – River of the SunBusy bees – River of the Sun
Hours before the majority of the Companions arrive, the work has begun. Some must be trained as fire marshals, some look after the room allocations, welcoming those who arrive… and
Would you like a Free place at our workshop this weekend?Would you like a Free place at our workshop this weekend?
STOP PRESS One Free place available Would YOU like to join us for the Silent Eye Workshop in Derbyshire this weekend? One of our Companions is too ill to attend
Dream of the RoodDream of the Rood
Girded him then God Almighty When he would Step on the gallows, Fore all mankind Mindfast, fearless, Bow me durst I not. Rood was I reared now Rich king heaving,
Plus ça change…Plus ça change…
“I have just finished a first complete reading of the ritual drama that will unfold at the weekend workshop in April and, when you see something come together for the
Inner FlameInner Flame
One of the Companions of the Silent Eye has agreed to share a glimpse of her first experience preparing and working with the Amarex, a symbolic light against the darkness