Disconnection

It was a sense of being alone.
Without mother, without father, without child.
Umbilical connections of significance.
Missing.

All the while.

Another disconnection was taking place.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Physically.

Even Spirit was threatening; “Leave her“.

 

About Sue McKay

Loving life as I boldly go where I've never been before. I'm a writer, photographer, greeting card designer and business owner of Kick It To Me Enterprises who has grand visions involving my Nikon, some surfers and my blog.

Leave a Reply

Please use your real name instead of your company name or keyword spam.