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
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
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