First Blessing The light of a starIn midwinterThe sound of strawUnder their feetThe warm breaths in the stableThe shimmer of angel wingsIn their eyesThey come with empty handsOpen to touch the newbornThey gift their heartsIn this starlit night of wonderThe first blessingStreams from a manger ©️ # AndreaCConnollyChristmas Poem 2024 #photography by # AndreaCConnolly (Our […]
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. […]
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
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Open letter to all I deeply care for My dear All of a sudden we were stopped in our tracks, the ones that we were used to take. We stand on our own now, sometimes wobbly, sometimes strong. Hanging our heads would be giving in to the gravity. And…
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? St. Brigid´s Cross, Sea grass, handmade – photograph by Andrea Connolly ? Reeds her home Sea grass her cloak She weaves And breathes life In brokenness Brigid upon the isle . ©By Andrea Connolly #AndreaCConnolly #Lore #Saints #Folklore
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 […]
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
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An inescapable buzz of anticipation teetering on the brink of irrevocable changes in the forces of nature- the momentum is palpable and captures the perpetual motion of the changing of the seasons. A powerful and stirring poem!
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