History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Final Part (5) , Warriors of the Heart Their age is uncertain, but most observers place them as medieval. I’m no expert in
Category: symbolism
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Four, Two ShipsHistory and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Four, Two Ships
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Four, Two Ships There were two ships on that day, each of them spoke of other dimensions…One completed our journey back from Caldey,
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Three, Ancient SunsHistory and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Three, Ancient Suns
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Three, Ancient Suns I had to crouch down to get the shot of the ancient sun, above. These wonders of ancient
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Two, Layers of the Cold EyeHistory and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Two, Layers of the Cold Eye
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Part Two, Layers of the Cold Eye At the eastern end of the main complex of Caldey Abbey a stone stairway leads
The Hunt of DesireThe Hunt of Desire
Reblogged from Alethea Kehas The journey of the queen continues with the hunt… There was a time, perhaps a very long time as we like to measure it, when
Leaf and Flame – Trust and honourLeaf and Flame – Trust and honour
The Saturday night ritual drama saw Gawain taken to meet his fate. The Green Knight waited in the Green Chapel to return the blow traded so long ago… and Gawain’s
The Face of a Queen by Alethea KehasThe Face of a Queen by Alethea Kehas
Reblogged from Alethea Kehas, who played Guinevere at the recent leaf and Flame Workshop. Legends tell of a queen of great beauty. Guinevere, thought by some to be part mortal,
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part threeFinding Gawain – Act Three, part three
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three And then… And then, there is the sound of laughter rolling in from the hills…that host the hunt…that gives rise to the baying
The Return of the Queen by Alethea KehasThe Return of the Queen by Alethea Kehas
Reblogged from Not Tomatoes: Alethea shares a personal perspective on her journey through Leaf and Flame… How does one condense a journey that is not over, but that began before a magical
Leaf and Flame – Sharing LifeLeaf and Flame – Sharing Life
The Saturday of any workshop is always busy. No matter how much free time you try and build in, there never is any spare time. The morning began by greeting
CowCow
Protected and serene, the stream of life flows from her breast, Within her sheltered warmth her starry children safely rest. Her lowly form oft overlooked, conceals the Mother’s crown In
WolfWolf
Run wild, run free and know the touch of wind upon your back Yet freedom’s totem knows it has a home within the pack. Part of a greater life,
StagStag
A silent power vigilant beneath the forest bough, No thought of past or future holds thine eye… only the Now. Part of an endless cycle of the life and death
The Last Post?The Last Post?
We are now only two days away from the Silent Eye’s 2016 workshop, Leaf and Flame, organised by my two co-directors of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness Stuart France
The soul in the ovenThe soul in the oven
If ‘life is like a box of chocolates’, then people could be said to be fruitcakes. For once, I am not using a literary colloquialism to cast aspersions upon the
Nine Minutes to One, part three – The Wishing WellNine Minutes to One, part three – The Wishing Well
Nine minutes to One, part three – The Wishing Well “I suppose she sent you?” said the man with green eyes, looking down, sadly on the boy. “Who sent me?”
Nine Minutes to One, part two – Like HerNine Minutes to One, part two – Like Her
Nine minutes to One, part two – Like Her And as he grew he dreamt of the mountains. Vast ranges of freedom in which his ideas would fly and
Nine Minutes to One, part one – The Bridge of FallingNine Minutes to One, part one – The Bridge of Falling
Nine minutes to One, part one – The Bridge of Falling Later, they told him that he had not come from the mountains. But that was much later… In the beginning
Wanted…Wanted…
I need a man. Well, actually, I could do with a couple… but let’s not be greedy. What I really need is a knight…with or without the shining armour. I
Beheading the Rose – The Mystery of St ValentineBeheading the Rose – The Mystery of St Valentine
In a plastic bucket beside the counter sat a dozen roses, each one individually wrapped, slightly faded, but with their heads held firmly erect in the stiff plastic. Each one
Rivington – The Gardens of MidwinterRivington – The Gardens of Midwinter
We had never attempted a Silent Eye pre-solstice workshop before. December in Britain is a challenging time of year to ask a group of spiritually-inclined folks to brave the elements
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
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
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
Perspectives III: River of the Sun 2015Perspectives III: River of the Sun 2015
HYMN TO ATEN O Living Aten When you first took your throne in splendour High in heaven’s precinct, truly did life then begin… From the eastern horizon Risen and streaming