Tag Archives: consciousness

Beyond time…

With the Feathered Seer workshop just a few days away, I thought I would share a glimpse into the origins of the story around which we will be building the weekend… I had met her before, thinking her a dream … Continue reading

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Everywhere…

  It was, without a doubt, a glorious day. Spring had painted the world with colour. The sky was a cloudless blue, the birds were singing and the sweater had finally come off, replaced with a thin cotton top allowing … Continue reading

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Raising awareness

In two weeks time we will be in Derbyshire, just a mile or two from this enigmatic valley for the Silent Eye’s annual weekend workshop. The story we will explore is set within the local landscape and at many of … Continue reading

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Intimate Flames – #Silenti

What is it to be intimate? The touch  of a lover’s hand or lips, perhaps?  Two bodies locked together in desire for a common fulfilment; the intellect muted while the emotional and sexual energies dance their own bolero? We generally … Continue reading

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Inspiration

A blank sheet of paper… a blank screen… a blank canvas… your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to fill it. And, of course, you so chose. That’s why you are sitting there staring at it, feeling as … Continue reading

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Living dead

“I might as well be dead.” As the opening gambit to a conversation between mother and son, it was, I admit, guaranteed to get my attention. He didn’t sound particularly cheerless. In fact, if anything, he sounded quite excited by … Continue reading

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An empty vessel

I am empty Serving no purpose until I am filled Born to give shape and form To that which fills me A vessel of Light awaiting a word And the hand that pours the wine of Life Into my waiting. … Continue reading

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