The building that I am living in is built into the side of a hill. My bedroom is at the back with one window facing the hill. It has no window covering, which I don’t mind too much because the top of the hill is as tall, or taller than the building itself, and it is deeply forested. Just before I close my eyes at night, I watch the fireflies dancing in the darkness like tiny faeries performing a ballet.
There are about 2,000 species of fireflies in the world. They are a type of beetle in the order Coleoptera and in the family Lampyridae. The light that they emit is a form of communication that they use mostly to attract mates. Their unique gift of luminescence has delighted children and adults alike for eons. For some, fireflies are a sacred symbol of the light that resides in each and every one of us. Although we may not see it in one another as actual, discernable light, we all know people who appear in some way brighter than most. These people are vessels from which the Source of Life and Light can shine. They are often referred to as “ keepers of the light”.
The fireflies outside my bedroom window are a reminder to me that the more willing I am to allow light to shine forth from me, the more certain I can be that darkness will flee from me and return to the void from which it came.
