Category Archives: The Silent Eye

Land of the Heart ~ Steve Tanham

This is a self-help exercise I developed recently. I call it ‘Land of the Heart’ It’s an exercise that involves the surrender of the small self that feels so much pain and anguish, especially at a time of national division, … Continue reading

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Talking to myself?

I was going back through some old writings and as is often the way, things written long ago come to my eyes as if penned by another hand and heart. Meaning leaps from the page, revelations lurk behind each word … Continue reading

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Emergence

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. I was precariously perched on the edge of a flowerbed, … Continue reading

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Vexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexity ~ Steve Tanham

We’re visiting relatives. It’s friendly. We have a light meal and some cake to follow. But then someone mentions Brexit and a cold frost descends on the room… My wife and I bite our tongues, knowing our hosts are firm … Continue reading

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Off duty…

After driving for four hours on the road north, there is a brief glimpse of a hillside on the horizon which, at this time of year, is the one thing I am waiting to see. If the light is right … Continue reading

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The edge of the precipice

Driving home, there was one of those moments of sheer, unadulterated joy when the fields were lit with pale sunshine, the sky a clear blue and the feel of the car around me occupied my whole being. I can’t think … Continue reading

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Exploring reality?

It was one of those conversations where a simple thought ended up taking us a long way. There had been a dream… one of those where it seems more real than reality and a lifetime is lived in the space … Continue reading

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Slimegrobbels and custard…

“Tell me a story…” My granddaughters and I were sitting on the floor of their pink-painted cabin at the bottom of the garden. I had evicted yet another invading spider and, while the youngest sat on my knee, her almost-five … Continue reading

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Primal Screen~Steve Tanham

Somewhere in the frontal cortex of our brains there’s a very special junction – a place where we leaned to do something truly different with our minds… Let’s call it the Primal Screen… Our spines can be considered the highway … Continue reading

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Growing emotional…

It is the end of a long day; one of those days when many small things have seemed to go wrong and a few bigger things cast dark shadows on your horizon. You are tired…not the pleasant kind of snuggle-up-in-bed-with-a-book … Continue reading

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