
Virtual Art Gallery
A huge thank you to everybody who has contributed to the AFT Conference Gallery. Here you will find a selection of fantastic art and poetry created by AFT members with the intention of exploring connections with the conference theme. The desire to create and communicate through artistic expression reflects a belief that this is an integral part of ethical and inclusive systemic practice.
If you would like to post a comment in response to the work, you are invited to do so from an appreciative perspective, sharing personal connections and responses to what you see and read. If you feel inspired you can even create and send in your own works of art, which can be uploaded during the conference. If you would like to do this please email your contribution to Alastair Pearson at awpearson@blueyonder.co.uk.
If you would like to join with others in developing the gallery and systemic practice in the arts more generally, please contact Alastair Pearson at the above email address.
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Poetry
We are connected
When the darkness weighs heavy on your heart
And you are gasping for breath,
When your feet shake and your gut is twisted in knots,
hold on to me.
Rest your weary feet and lean on me,
feel my hand holding yours.
May my tenderness flow from me to you…cell to cell…
Washing away what no longer serves you…
When you feel your life is shattered,
May compassion forge a bridge connecting us across time and across space.
One tribe connected through continents.
May we feel mother earth holding us firmly through its root…
and may our eyes reach for the Light above us charging us with Hope…
May we keep sowing joyfully, singing the song of love in our fields…
May we feel the gratitude warming our heart in blissful moments as we reap…
…Beautiful explorer soul that travels guiding others through darkness and light…
a path you have walked through yourself…
This path which evokes, inspires, amazes, humbles us…
This path that connects us.
Wherever you are…you are not alone.
We are a tribe.
We are connected.
Elaine Grech 2023


‘Only connect! Only connect the prose and the passion and each will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no more’ E.M.Forster ‘Howards End’ (1910)
‘At the still point of the turning world…at the still point, there the dance is,’ T.S. Eliot ‘Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (1935)
What can I expect?
(An elder Family Therapist offers a view)
‘What can I expect
If I connect?
When I set my foot upon the Rainbow Bridge
Which for Forster was the way to join
The prose and the passion
And is the way to reconcile
The fragments that we cling to
At our peril?’ I say:
Have a go! accept the challenge of
A century or more of disconnection,
But watch your step,
As you start out on the bridge.
However miraculous
It is, after all,
A mere optical effect which,
Like human kind ,
May not bear much ‘reality.’
If you connect
You can expect:
To find beauty, truth and meaning
In unexpected places.
Random encounters
May hold the keys
To understandings which otherwise
Seem locked.
You may recognise
What transcends language
Visions which, once seen,
You cannot ‘un-see’.
You will feel the pain of others
And even learn to value
How it is hidden.
You may learn preference for
Bateson’s Ecological view
And in time find answers
For those who say
You don’t know where to stop!
In the end
You may find wisdom
To sustain you
In the garden
Or on the seashore
Or in the sky at night
And in the special places
You have shared with others.
Liz Burns 2023
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Bridges Can Be Built
Jo Berry
Fires rage in my heart
the heat heals the pain
bridges can be built
as a human being
I listen to your suffering
you offer me your story
the pain of the war
I learn
bridges can be built
you are my enemy I was told
be a good girl
speak only our words
and then I met you
bridges can be built
truth is more important
I will speak out for the healing of the world
take courage
take spirit
the game of the tribe is not for me
bridges can be built
the clothes of prejudice now stripped away
as I open to you
leaving my bare soul
that can love you all
bridges can be built
with the eyes of knowing
I move from us and them
our differences disappear
the unity of humanity remains
bridges can be built
your son could be mine
and I could be your brother
planting the bomb that killed my little boy
bridges can be built
and now I stand alone with you
who killed my Dad
there is a place inside me that knows
you acted your truth
challenging injustice and oppression
my Dad was in the way
bridges can be built
I miss my Dad
and cry for the granddad my girls cannot know
tears of grief for all who suffer
we are one in our loss in our pain
bridges can be built
sometimes I feel that my heart heals as Ireland heals
I am sorry for the suffering imposed by my tribe
I acknowledge your struggle
bridges can be built
my heart burns for peace, justice and equality for all
the passion of knowing that
bridges can be built
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