IN LIGHT There Are Shadows … But, Not ‘Scary’ Shadows


In Light There Are Shadows … But, Not ‘Scary’ Shadows

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Photo is of me as a young woman … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee …………….

 

 

I was reading over my last post/story … and laughed at myself. I got very caught up in my writing about light, shadows … good shadows, happy shadows, bad shadows.

I wrote that in light, there are no shadows … I didn’t say that I meant … there are no ‘scary’ shadows.

I wrote so much about the dark, and shadows … that when I got to ‘light and shadows’ … in my mind, I wasn’t seeing any dark shadows in a lot of light!

I am writing this to let everyone know what I meant. I’m sure there are many people who … understood what I meant, though. πŸ™‚ Many people know me by now, they can understand sometimes, I say things in a different way.

By the time I wrote my last sentence, and title … in my mind thinking about a lot of light … I wasn’t seeing any shadows at all.

I’m a person who doesn’t like the darkness … only when the pain of life happens in my life … do I welcome it. It’s a protective blanket to blind me to what’s happened until time to become brave, strong enough to come back … take on life once again.

I love shadows … happy, cosy, comforting shadows. I’m uneasy if I can’t identify shadows when it’s in a scary setting. I’ve been in places in my life … where bad things happen … not all shadows are ‘good’.

One example … as a teenager, I was walking back to my mother’s home from my grandmother’s … they lived a mile apart. I was walking on the sidewalk under huge, old trees that almost closed out the light from the night lights.

Someone was following me … when I stopped to look back …the footsteps stopped. I would walk quietly, and hear them following me! I began to run … the footsteps ran, also. I looked back … a dark shadow was chasing me!

Just as I got to the corner to turn to go up the hill to my mother’s home … the footsteps caught up to me, and a voice called out to me.

It was a young, black man calling me by my name only my family members knew to call me. I was very frightened of him. I kept running … I slowed to a walk in my mother’s yard. As I walked toward the porch, I ran into a ‘damn’ spider web!

I almost fainted, felt very weak. I made it up to the porch, and tried to get my composure. I knew my mother would make me quit walking if she knew what had happened.

When I went inside, she told me that I looked as if I’d seen a ghost. I reassured her all was fine!

Anyway … that’s an example of scary shadows from the dark! I never did know, or see the young man who chased me … if I ever saw him again in this life … I didn’t realize it. I sure didn’t stop that night to find out who he was! I felt … danger!

 

 

 

 

Photo of me; story written by me.Β  Both are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka #Granny Gee

 

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4 thoughts on “IN LIGHT There Are Shadows … But, Not ‘Scary’ Shadows

  1. Gloria you are as beautiful now as you were then…this is a great post. I have put my poetry blog to rest, now to be only a promotional site for my books…that have not sold (of course), I thought a coffee table style would make it. However, four years of heartache, depression and you know the routine filled each page, each word torn from my soul. So now I move forward toward another unknown future of writing with jumping head first into “faction” an accounting of life so to speak. Keep writing as I treasure each post. I have formed a new blog to cover my next chapter an I will carry my girls there with me in spirit. xo Ann
    β€œLibretto”
    http://writerannjohnsonmurphree.wordpress.com/

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