I have this memory, it’s almost like a photograph. Maybe because it actually is.
Little four year old me, rehearsing my very first Christmas play.
Boldly performing, the kitchen step as my stage. A candle – a real one, because that was still allowed. I held it proudly, yet as far away from my face as possible.
I loved the pretty little flickering flame, but was terrified of the fire, as I went over the lines of my song.
Remember that one? About shining our little light, each from our very own little corner?
I felt it to my core. … lees verder... “Light in the darkness”