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
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
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 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
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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
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
Watercolour with ink by Andrea Connolly
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
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