I have been waiting for the fireflies to make an appearance. Last night I was granted my wish. They were a bit late in their arrival this year, but I was not disappointed.
The small, simple creatures of nature has been my friend since being a small child. It always tells me everything is all right with the world. As a child, I could never wait for them to appear and when they did I would always run to my mom and ask may I please have an old jar and could you please poke holes in the lid so they may have air to live.
I took my dog out late last night for her last call of duty and lo and behold one flitted right before my face. In that one magical moment I was transported back to my childhood.
I saw my self with my little jar running happily around the yard in the dark jumping and running to catch these things of beauty of to put in my jar. The fun it created for me and my friends are really indescribable. As for the few days they are around, each night was spent in great adventures in the capture of the small fireflies.
Once I captured a few, it was usually my bedtime by then and I proudly held that jar of blinking little lights to my room for the night. It not only served me as a night light, but helped me drift happily off to sleep as I imagined all the journeys these little creatures made in their short life time.
Most of my childhood was not the best, but this small creature took away all the bad and gave me hope of how the future will be filled with so many more wondrous things. So many more explorations I had yet to take. They were my hope and blessings of a brighter future. In my small mind, they were just a doorway of so many wonderful things to come and be discovered.
Every year I wait impatiently at night and look out the window and await the arrival of all my little firefly friends. They have yet to disappoint me.
Thinking back to the good times as a child bring me the feelings that as I have grown sometimes the spirit of our childhood become lost in adulthood. These child like feelings are a rejuvenation of my spirit. They may come in many forms to different people, but it has always been the fireflies for me that bring back an innocence lost.
I do not mourn this loss, instead I rejoice that they have come back to be remembered and it is through my hopes and dreams that I had as a child that comes flooding back to me and gives me such a feeling of peace.
It was always hard every morning to let these creatures go from my little jar, but I knew it had to be for them to survive. But I also knew that in the evening my quest for them would begin anew. It brings back the smells of the night, the chirping of the crickets and the croaking of the frogs and the friends I had.
It takes me on a vacation of the mind that sometimes is direly needed for as we grow older, sometimes we forget that we still house on inner child within ourselves and that child needs to be allowed out to play to keep a balance in our lives.
I wanted to share this with you in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, there is something like this in your childhood that brings you focus in the now of your lives. For it is the little things that sometimes leaves the most impact in our memories.
I again await until tonight when they shall fill my yard with their blinking messages to one another and once again I get to travel to my childhood and play once again with unabashed abandon.