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Category: The Silent eye
HealingHealing
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” That has to be one of the most popular quotes from the work of the thirteenth-century Persian poet, Rumi. You
NormalityNormality
“Normality is a paved road: it is comfortable to walk on, but no flowers grow on it.” Vincent Van Gogh There are certain things we learn in order to live
Dr Joy’s GardenDr Joy’s Garden
Real dedication, like an enduring friendship, is a quiet thing… I was standing, in the early morning light, with Tess, our Collie, in hand, entering a compact garden which overlooks
Anything goes…Anything goes…
I was born in… well, we can gloss over that. Let’s just say that my childhood was spent in an era of extremes. War and calls for peace dominated the
Wilfully blind…Wilfully blind…
I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily
In the shadowsIn the shadows
I woke from little sleep to glorious sunshine and crawled blearily from my bed, which seemed the most comfortable place in the world at that moment, even though it might
The heartbeat of eternityThe heartbeat of eternity
Peering at the faded remains of a dark ‘instant’ photo from the seventies, I felt both close to and distant from the young woman silhouetted against the fence. Her future
A question of choiceA question of choice
I have been thinking a lot lately…there is more than enough time for that at the moment. Not that a mind often stops. It sleeps occasionally, though even dreams may
My Spiritual Journey by Steve TanhamMy Spiritual Journey by Steve Tanham
This week, I will be sharing again a little about the people behind the Silent Eye, starting with its founder, Steve Tanham: Sue has asked Stuart and I to record,
A horseshoe nail…A horseshoe nail…
For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of
Horseman in the MistHorseman in the Mist
The lovely town of Cassel, near Lille in Northern France, is shrouded in mist – the same mist that had accompanied our first ever visit to the World War One
A contract with wonderA contract with wonder
The glamorous sky seems an incongruous backdrop for mundane chimneypots and washing lines. Veiled by the pallid grey of low cloud or with a symphony of shades, the sun rises
Keys of Heaven (8): crosses at heaven’s gate ~ Steve TanhamKeys of Heaven (8): crosses at heaven’s gate ~ Steve Tanham
Reblogged from Sun in Gemini: The traveller’s ancient friend: Young Ralph’s Cross It’s seventeen miles long and crosses the ‘roof of the world’ in the heart of the North York
Whitby Weekend: Lastingham’s Holy WellsWhitby Weekend: Lastingham’s Holy Wells
The weekend was almost over, but before we reached a parting of the ways, there was lunch in the seventeenth century Blacksmith’s Arms opposite the church and a wander around
Whitby Weekend: The Crypt at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The Crypt at Lastingham
A few of us made our way down the stone steps of St Mary’s in Lastingham, into the crypt where the bones of St Cedd are reputedly buried. To do
Whitby Weekend: The church at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The church at Lastingham
It was only a few miles to the final destination of the Silent Eye’s weekend in North Yorkshire. We were heading for St Mary’s church at Lastingham, the final resting
Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…
On the Sunday morning, we met at the Lion Inn, perched some thirteen hundred feet above sea level and high on the North Yorkshire moors. The sixteenth-century inn is an
Keys of Heaven (5): the will of the king – gathering ~ Steve TanhamKeys of Heaven (5): the will of the king – gathering ~ Steve Tanham
We climb the steps to the Abbey at Whitby, aware that something different is happening; that the curtain of time is being drawn back… for as long as we can
Whitby Weekend: Tail of the unexpected…Whitby Weekend: Tail of the unexpected…
It was dark, but not late, as we drove at a leisurely pace back into Whitby, expecting the streets to be as quiet as the previous night. As we approached
Whitby Weekend: A quiet hourWhitby Weekend: A quiet hour
It is rare, on one of our workshop weekends, to get a moment to yourself outside of your room. There is so much to do and any free time is
Whitby Weekend: St Hilda’s WellWhitby Weekend: St Hilda’s Well
I dropped my companions at the next stop, the tiny, hidden hamlet of Part Mulgrave. They were to walk along the clifftops for a couple of miles… a walk I
Whitby Weekend: Within the AbbeyWhitby Weekend: Within the Abbey
We did not visit the Church of St Mary, perched on the edge of the cliffs. I have to wonder for how much longer it will stand and was glad
Whitby Weekend: Morning memoriesWhitby Weekend: Morning memories
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Allowing a wonderful view over the fields to the Abbey which would be our destination later that day. The plan was to meet on