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
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
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
If someone doesn’t want to make a decision it’s a sign that this decision is given away without words to someone else who is willing to take it.
23rd November 2015
Copyright by Andrea Connolly
A season can have different faces. It can be misty and grey or display the warmest colours. When we walk in the bright day, colours flash at us from rustling branches. Gems of lemon, orange and marsala. Till the wind shakes them and ruffles their last resistance into oblivion. The fall has arrived. Fall with leafy notes strewn about, the last reminiscence of autumn. Gems of fragility, keepsakes for the long wait. The barren land will soon withdraw colour. We should pick it in abundance, the fall before winter.
2nd of October 2015
©By Andrea Connolly
Threshold
Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest.
The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame.
Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot.
Is it attached without a chance for coincidence?
Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?
Tis´ my yearning for spring animating winter´s cloak.
Did I not see the first lambs springing hither and fro?
2nd February 2015
©By Andrea Connolly
Whose fault is it?
Faults. They are pushed around. Blamed on someone. Brushed under the carpet. Taken lightly. Ignored. Taken on or over. They are a whole spectrum, from feeling to mind-set.
Their roots developed from conscience. The absence of conscience is of yonder matter that darkens the world. Wherever you look nowadays people are to be blamed. Whose fault is it? The spearing question calling for a target. Yet, if we prove our conscience, we could find a good few faults. That’s the destiny of being human. And the chance to overcome all the same. A grown up conscience can admit to faults. That’s were forgiveness begins.
In every relation, between persons, families, friends, regions, religions, counties, countries or continents, there are possibilities, of wrongdoing and of the conscience to overcome faults by forgiveness.
Still, it boggles minds and entangles feelings if we see others without obvious conscience, never admitting to faults, ignoring peace and understanding.
This is the exclamation mark to sift our own conscience, to adjust our being to become more human every day.
18th September 2014
©By Andrea C. Connolly
9/11 ON MY MIND
Your mind believes in a certain view. You see what you want to see. What you don´t want to see is never happening. Or this is what your mind tricks you to believe in.
Minds can be formed from infanthood. A wide angle motivates own choices. Different points of views create understanding, perceptive decisions, insight and wisdom. A narrow mind conditioned to believe in a single point of view can be triggered as a weapon. History proves that for all of us to see. Unless, you don´t want to see. Atrocities, wars, acts of terrorism are done from a self-conscious, righteous point of view by minds encased in power. Where minds are not grown into social, empathic, rational and feeling entities they take power as substitute for belonging. Any other mind that urges in the same direction is their brother in arms, spreading dread, destruction, death.
Sift you mind for thoughts of classification, racism, judgement, rejection and exclusion. It is a challenge to embrace in face of savage forces.
What is your mind believing in? Your choice can change the world!
11th of September 2014
©By Andrea C. Connolly
flotsam - jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration 