May 2023 is fast approaching, and that realisation puts urgency into the need to create the ‘physical’ part of the landscape workshop ‘Water, Circle, Cross’, the Silent Eye’s spring event
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Ship of Fools…Ship of Fools…
* “That scroll in your hand, pray tell, what is it,” asked the gentleman standing beside me? We had just completed the final ritual of Jewel in the Claw, a
Set in StoneSet in Stone
Set in Stone – remembering Sue Vincent on her birthday. The Living Land Weekends were born from a mad-cap day on Ilkley Moor and a number of subsequent events up
Yellow and BlueYellow and Blue
I’ve always been a bit artistic, but more of an illustrator than a painter. Sue Vincent was our painter, and a very good one – though she was modest about
Unsung Heroes: Hardwicke Drummond RawnsleyUnsung Heroes: Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley
The man put down the copper piece. Its construction had taken months, each day a voyage of learning. The elderly and bearded tutor had been patient, his bright eyes –
An Artist named GiselleAn Artist named Giselle
Geographically, it’s an unlikely partnership… One person in Victoria, Australia, the other in Cumbria… Giselle Bolotin is an Australian artist, but was born in Europe. She and I have never
emergenceemergence
Heavy metal, thinly sailed, is cast Like toy, and dropped onto the stone. Hedges bend, bow and form New writhing shapes – grotesques – Their twisted tongues malforming names Of
pale sun into a hallows pool descendspale sun into a hallows pool descends
©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Rotating HopeRotating Hope
As a Captain in a blackened stormScans a ravaged horizonTo find rotating hope:Not only where but whoThe ship, by edge of darknessLocates the world beyond the seaSo we, with storm
Through a hole clearly: the Legend of Sallow KennethThrough a hole clearly: the Legend of Sallow Kenneth
We were looking for dolphins… Between Rosemarkie and Fortrose, on the shores of the Black Isle, north of Inverness, there is a promontory named Channonry Point. It projects out into
St David’s Head…St David’s Head…
Images and Text from the Silent Eye Workshop: Whispers in the West… Above it all… * Aries in Ochre… * Seal-Calf Grazing… * Provocatively Pensive Environs… * Plundered and Strewn?…
A Preponderance of Stone: Pentre Ifan…A Preponderance of Stone: Pentre Ifan…
Images and Text from the Silent Eye Workshop: Whispers in the West… * Angles of Approach… * Concord of Stones… * Step forward Spirit… * Claws of what?… * Pinnacle
A Preponderance of Stone: Carreg Coetan Arthur…A Preponderance of Stone: Carreg Coetan Arthur…
Images and Text from the Silent Eye Workshop: Whispers in the West… God’s own Garden… * Two Tone Support… * Mottled Mother Lode… * Earth’s Tail End… * Immovable Object
Impression of Contentment…Impression of Contentment…
I never really got contentment. “Are you happy?” I once asked a friend. “No, but I am content,” was his reply. To me, it wasn’t enough. It seemed like accepting
Distorted realityDistorted reality
I stood outside my son’s bedroom, bundled up against the cold that was dropping a few meagre snowflakes on the morning. Camera in hand, I was snapping away happily when
BittersweetBittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with
On reflection…On reflection…
I woke this morning with the image of a dream imprinted on my eyelids. The image was a simple one… an empty landscape with a lake that held the reflection
A dismal dawnA dismal dawn
It was a miserable Monday morning. Frozen fog clung to every branch and blade of grass, the temperature was well below zero and I had to be out early with
A foggy morningA foggy morning
I scrape the ice from the windscreen, looking with little enthusiasm at the heavy pall of fog that blankets the world. November… we’ve done well to make it this far
To Greet the DawnTo Greet the Dawn
I wandered into the living room at four, having given the whole sleeping business up for the night. Ani raised one ear and an eyebrow then curled up tight and
“Ain’t this a mess, Sheriff?”“Ain’t this a mess, Sheriff?”
In the film ‘No Country for Old Men’, there’s a famous opening scene at the site of a drugs shoot-out. Everyone’s dead when the local Sheriff and his deputy arrive
Keeping faith?Keeping faith?
On Thursday, I will finally see the oncologist to discuss what, if any, steps can be taken to address the rebellious cells currently busy trying to kill me. The appointment
Walking the line…Walking the line…
“… so fear was originally there to help us survive.” “Yep… and with not many sabre-tooth tigers roaming the suburbs, we found other things to fear. And fear is intimately
Under the sun…Under the sun…
“Thirteen thousand miles… How is that even possible???” We were talking about distances, my son and I, and having established that the Great Wall of China seems impossible, we then
PODCAST: G. Michael Vasey in conversation with Steve Tanham…PODCAST: G. Michael Vasey in conversation with Steve Tanham…
Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey: In the latest episode of the Magical World of G. Michael Vasey podcast, I talk with a founder of the Silent