Lost Words

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

#AndreaCConnolly

Shodo, Japanese kanjis by Andrea Connolly

One thought (for Halloween)

Invisible threads connect us in time-storms to our loved ones on this windswept day and blue-moon night.

Evening light like fire on water,
by Andrea Connolly

31.10.2020 Halloween

© By #AndreaCConnolly

Word

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

 

The mystic blackforest

The mystic blackforest
The sky threw a shroud
Too flimsy to cover it all
The colourful tree tops
That root in brooked valleys
Thread autumn to grey-cold
The gust of wind-strewn
Time-worm ochre, sienna
Tinged sap and wine
This is the fabric of fairy-tales

30.10.2018
© By Andrea ConnollyOn the Blackforest High Road, by Andrea Connolly

Soul Flight

Lady Queen of Heaven
Photographed in the seminary church Maynooth, Co.Kildare, Ireland, by Andrea Connolly

Through my eyes my soul flies to glints of reflection. A mosaic opens a window that is there and is not there. Drawn to an artists impression of a crowned lady. Connection in my heart to our lady. Angels flutter and kneel. The king, the queen, human beings and yet not so much. An image of believing, belonging and longing. Out of the blue I wish I could see what I feel what is real on a different invisible level. – 17th July 2018 by Andrea Connolly

Roots want to see the Light

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

 

SAYING – 3rd

 

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

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