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

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

 

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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