Coffee in Autumn

This was inspired while enjoying two wonderful days at The Coach House in Butlerstown, Co. Waterford. This is the most magical Bed and Breakfast that I have ever stayed in. I will be back Des!

Here is the link if you feel adventurous for a getaway, or desire for peace and quiet

Here are some photos taken of the kitchen garden

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Coffee in Autumn

By Andrea Cullen

My Heart sings with joy
As I watch the sun burst rays
on Summers’ last rose.

Autumn dew and Summer birdsong
melange in that surreal dance of
Summer dusk and Autumn dawn.

The swallows dart high and low in country lanes;
they will fly away and return once more.
A reminder of dreams deep in my heart.

I feel filled with Gaia’s loving embrace,
and Her never-failing sustenance.
Endless nudges that all is well;
She is conspiring with me.

Great dreams were inspired this Summer
In the energy of Ireland’s lands.
Deep healing in her womb woke memories of time.
It is healed, forgiven; a nations consciousness awakening.

Walk with me Great one and All.
Whisper guidance in Poplar’s dancing leaves.
Hold me steadfast on my Path,
Pure in my heart,
And joyful in my steps.

Allow me to see all preciousness in each moment,
And feel gratitude in my heart every night as I journey into dream world.
The gift in each moment is a treasure
I cherish.

Thank you

Gardens The Coach House. 12

Here are some more photos taken of The coach House at Butlerstown, Co. Waterford. The trees are magical as is the old original coach house.


Love, Andrea

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beautiful eyes

Your eyes show me your soul,
And tell me a tale of your journey.
I honour you in this fleeting moment.
I see the warrior on a path,
That only you can know where from and to.


I catch a glimpse of you,
And it is breath-taking for me to feel the presence of you.
To sense a part of you
And feel the timelessness of your lifetimes.
And wonder
‘Who is the All of You?’

You are the Time Traveller
The all knoweth yet forgotten.
You carry scars and wounds on your heart,
Although your skin may be unbroken like a baby’s.
There is something more behind your smile,
Oft buried in the solo flight of this existence.

spirit of flight

Occasionally I see your time-line fly by,
If your soul so wants to share.
If she speaks in the language of symbols
That my humble mind can translate.
If only you knew the full wisdom of your knowing.
Maybe you do…… it dances into consciousness in your dream-state.

Stop a moment.
Breathe into your cells.
Sense the All and One that you are.
For the pure in heart shall receive the gifts of the universe.
Where this lifetime and all become One;
And One and All are Love.





Moonlight awakening by Josephine Wall

There are so many posts on Facebook and articles on the internet about spiritual this, and awakened enlightened that; like it is an elitist club for those paying for it or pursuing it.

There is this sense of pressure to be ‘there’ and not where you ‘are’.

fast lane

Life is in this real world. Your world. Listen to your intuition, follow your moral compass, be honest and authentic; take time out to be grateful, reflect and listen. You are your own guru, you are expanding at your own perfect pace…

Look in and not out to someone else. That’s where real peace and knowing lie …

In you, in your heart

Love Andrea



“When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn’t.”
Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart

“You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don’t know it, all of that doesn’t even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It’s not like you have forever, so don’t waste any of your seconds, don’t throw even one of your moments away.”
C. JoyBell C.

Allow me to Fly….

Allow me to fly

Dedicated to all the amazing sensitive persons navigating life and love in this world…….



There is a free spirit in me
That runs where only wild horses go.


A wisdom in me
That flows with the knowledge of time.


A seeing in me that goes beyond
The eagle high in the sky.


A strength of character
More powerful that the lion guarding his pride.


A depth
that reaches beyond worlds, time, and dimensions.


A loving heart purer
Than the first beats of a first-born in a mother’s arms.


My presence is ever with you like a gentle breeze in the
starry night
But allow me to fly.


Allow me to heal my wounds and fly once more…………


Allow me to be the me that goes beyond the pain I have felt in my life, the colour spectrum of deep emotions that scar my heart, the let-downs, the love thrown at me with agenda, the loneliness and the fast beating fear I have felt in moments alone. I nurture these experiences and choose to grow.


Allow me to fly, high;
For I will always return.

feathery_friends Josephine Wall

Feathery Friends by Josephine Wall