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
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That was then…That was then…
Laughing with my son today I could not help but notice as the light caught a faint scar on his shoulder. It is so faded now that no-one else will
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
Outside inOutside in
It was odd. I look at this particular blogger’s page every day…and every day there is a reblog button. On every post. Except today. I clicked into the title, hoping
Open wideOpen wide
To love and be loved… something that sits at the heart of every child. It is only as we grow that the accumulated disappointments, the rejections large and small, teach
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
Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 7 – Fear Itself ~ Helen JonesFacing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 7 – Fear Itself ~ Helen Jones
More from Helen Jones on our visit to a rather special site… I recently attended a workshop with The Silent Eye about Facing Our Fears, an extraordinary weekend spent among
Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 5 – Failure ~ Helen JonesFacing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 5 – Failure ~ Helen Jones
Helen continues her journey through Derbyshire with the Silent Eye: I recently attended a workshop with The Silent Eye about Facing Our Fears, an extraordinary weekend spent among the hills
Lurkers…Lurkers…
Before any time away from work, there are preparations to be made so that my son, his home and his fish can manage during my absence. Amongst other jobs, the
EmergenceEmergence
The dragonfly perched on the sun warmed granite of the bench… more than I am allowed to do, as it still has to be drilled and fixed immovably in place.
Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond fear ~ A weekend with the Silent EyeRites of Passage: Seeing beyond fear ~ A weekend with the Silent Eye
As the June workshop in Scotland draws to a close, why not consider joining us in September for a weekend in the ancient landscape of stones, circles and strange places?
Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond fearRites of Passage: Seeing beyond fear
Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond fear A weekend with the Silent Eye Derbyshire, UK Friday 13th – Sunday 15th September 2019 We are all afraid of something. There are the
Going viral…Going viral…
When I was small and faced with a plate piled with the over-boiled cabbage I detested, my grandmother always told me to eat it first… get rid of it… so
The Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!) by Running ElkThe Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!) by Running Elk
During the exploration session on Spirit Animals, presented during The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016, one of the
The Feathered Seer – Divining meaningThe Feathered Seer – Divining meaning
‘In former times the soul was feathered all over’ Plato The third ritual of the workshop weekend was named Deadshaw Sick after the strip of land that divides the lands
The Feathered Seer – The observerThe Feathered Seer – The observer
”The spirit is so closely linked to the body as a thing that the body never ceases to be haunted.’ Georges Bataille We had chosen five of the ancient and
The Feathered Seer – FearThe Feathered Seer – Fear
‘All of you undisturbed cities, haven’t you ever longed for the Enemy?’ Rainer Maria Rilke “Burn and Grieve.” The title stared back at me from the screen. It seemed prophetic.
Of Ash and Seed – Facing fearOf Ash and Seed – Facing fear
Jan arrived in time to share breakfast with the rest of us. She was joining the party for the day and was kitted out to cope with almost any weather.
Locked inLocked in
Image: Golden Cage by Der Cooky I had not been to the cinema in decades really, until Peter Jackson came along with Lord of the Rings. The TV remote was,
Pushing the boundaries of fearPushing the boundaries of fear
My son was in trouble. The nursing staff and the psychologist at the rehab hospital had him cornered. “Think about it,” they said, “what’s the worst that could have happened?”