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
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
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
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
Watercolour with ink by 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
For land
She stretched her cloak
To the four corners of the kingdom
But she would inhabit the space
Of her original request only
After the king found his heart
To grant her sacred ground
1st of February 2015
©By Andrea Connolly
Advent Flash
When did advent go by in a flash? The rush grips us and flushes us out of the road called advent. Waiting is a nuisance. Why wait for Christmas when you can have all of it in November? It, meaning the deco, the special offers, the trees, the glitter and the music? Silent night premature on first of advent? In a flash time will go by and Christmas truly arrives. Will we lie down exhausted, overfed, bored, unnerved and grumpy under the tree on Christmas morn? O, could I be free to celebrate nativity and its gift just on the day, shed the clutter of gifts, expectations and turkey traditions for one moment of true love. To see a child smile that day would be magnificent. A child born anew in our hearts.
1st of December 2014
©by Andrea Connolly
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