Of course this song was sang Sundays at church , a sweet Southern
Baptist, where Mom’s family belonged . I loved it , as far back as I
recall , and yes there was an out house . Scary , my grandparents
had one too, and I had a great fear of them.
I was vocal as I recall, Mom was quiet, a moody person , so I
steered clear of her , and played alone , or explored the neighborhood.
I’m not sure who got things going , but we put on talent shows
and danced and played my half sister’s music which I don’t care for .
My light did shine 🌞, and I’m not sure what stopped it , but I
experienced fears and unknowing that presented as shy , stuttering
and preference to my elders and with the babies and toddlers .
Competitive friends , or goals , and family members were draining
and yes Mom felt competitive at times …
Our sons enhanced light in me and around me , as I had to note , my
light was unwelcome, rejected , and drained .
The complex journey towards the light , has taught me well. Indeed I have
grown up .
It’s not a matter of allowing my light, it just is. I stay in when I’m weary or
guard my energies.and I’m ok with that.
I have come to realize that light can bring out the Demons in others
