Sometimes life leaves you wordless. You drift in obligations or little multiplied tasks. You grasp for every syllable. You slide through the mud of lost words. Until you sit with yourself and listen. Your heart still beats. You pick up your pen and write your name. One word. The beginning of all that was lost.
10th October 2021
By Andrea Connolly
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Invisible threads connect us in time-storms to our loved ones on this windswept day and blue-moon night.
31.10.2020 Halloween
© By #AndreaCConnolly
What is in a word?
The difference between speaking and being silent
The importance of sounding right
The essence of connecting or disengagement
A word can be heard when someone listens
A word can be read if someone sees
A word needs senses to understand and to be understood
A word can heal or hurt
Choose your word with heart and gentleness
If perchance you want to belong
28th December 2018
Copyright by Andrea Connolly
Sometimes we are clouded. Our own judgement or others. We have lost the blue and bright. We drift before an obscured sun. Approaching Loreley was playing it all out. What is the meaning of this? How can I understand what is so unclear. High up I try to make out features, form, shapes as the boat of life turns slowly. Then, the clouds are suddenly in our backs, the open stream in front of us beckoning to move. Forward!
©By Andrea Connolly, 9th October 2017
There is beauty in twistedness and scars.
Resolve and resilience is at the heart of a living being.
Growing old with burdens, pain and oppression, yet, growing.
There is a map on your body that tells stories of utmost treasure. It is most visible at dawn, in the softest light. You extended your roots. What once was in your infanthood and by vernal adventures reached a threshold. Now you reach up to the sky, out wide to be stark.
Roots want to see the light and you make your story seen to the attentive eye.
20th February 2017 ©By Andrea Connolly
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There are subtle signs of winter breathing his last breath for this cycle. Some go by calendar, by moon, by folklore or by the lengthening of days.
Some say winter is coming in any season.
Antarctica is covered in ice and snow never to loose most of its cap.
The globe is frost in relations, fire in war. World leaders struggle in winter minds of eternal frost and one might think spring will never be the same again. Human minds will never be just lead by words. Appearances and guises of the mind lead to believe. Truth is true or twisted. Alternative was once organic. Now it is fiction. Will we ever shed our winter minds to admire snow drops, blue bells and daffodils again? It seems naïve to even wish such a thing. And yet, nature helps us cope with changes. It gives us hope to find other human beings believing in the future. Beyond all human machinations there is another world awaiting where love is not just a word. We live in a vast galaxy hoping to be somehow held by divine intervention .
Lets hope together for winter´s end!
8th February 22017 ©By Andrea Connolly
1 The old faces are but shadows
Lingering
Never seeing the light
The light though
Stands out from the shades
To be shining
Alight from true essence
Carried above the shallow
2 Soul divers come up
Breaking the surface
Shadows are mere fleeting souls
They leave
No impact
Nor inspiration
3 Ghosts is what they are
Old faces withered
Contorted
The net of lies
Will be their undoing
Brave hearts rise
To take the crown
Once more
4 It is in our hearts
To to go the highway
When they go low
Over and under and behind
Each other
Till they know no more
Than a fallen leaf
Fall before their time
The summer’s end
Ere
The circle finds its rhythm
In another realm
27th of July
By Andrea Connolly
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Life is a carousel or a circle – your choice!
8th January 2016 – Andrea Connolly
When the windfall of pain
Seizes and paralyses the body
A storm of thoughts unforeseen
Flood and grace the soul in turn
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5th of January 2016 – ©copyright by Andrea Connolly
There are no compromises,
the heart finds a way or dies trying to belong –
Copyright by Andrea Connolly, 10th of December 2015
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