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

 

Soul Flight

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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

The Heart of May

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We want to retain what we cannot. We feel the velvet of summer, the tenderness of living and the depth of warmth. Fragrance lingers but for a while. Our eyes drink and our mind holds dear connecting senses to heart. The heart of May. The woman in us, all of us, unfolding our gentle hearts and there is the gift of giving, the bloodline of love.

©By Andrea Connolly, 21st of May 2018

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

 

Winter´s End

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Sunrise over Green Lake, County Cavan, Ireland, 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

 

 

All Saints Prayer

All Saints Prayer

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May they be present in their spirit

To spread miracles

To the faithful and seekers

May their stride be visible in loving gestures

In written and thoughtful words

May they have eyes on us in the space between worlds

To be witnesses, protectors and mediators

Their realm inhibit ours

So the courage of love and hope be funnelled

Into true and gentle wishes

To fight for the better and transform

Through the guardians our loved ones on either side

May All Saint’s stride with us

©Copyright by Andrea Connolly 1st of November 2016

Red Amaryllis

A true follower of the pink blush one

She reddened with vermillion veins

Every line a verse written on velvet flames

She trumpets her heart out

In silence

11th of April 2016 by Andrea Connolly

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Red Amaryllis, photograph by Andrea Connolly

 

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