This little light of mine

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

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