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
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