Sit in solitude

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“.  

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The Same Page

The question was straight forward. “What arouses you?” The answer surprised me. “Sport”, he said. “Sport?”, I asked. “Sport,” he repeated, “water skiing, to be precise.” This could be tricky I thought, I’m not a fan of water. I wondered whether this was covered … Read More

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