Moon and Fireflies

Early this morning there was a beautiful full moon.  It was large and that wonderful orange color that it gets sometimes right before it disappears for the night.  I stopped my car to take a picture but I don't have one of those fancy cameras so it didn't turn out.  I have a special fondness for the moon; it's also part of why I like fireflies. 

See, I have Restless Legs Syndrome or Willis-Ekbom Disease.  That's a disorder that causes your legs (in my case) to go crazy if you try to go to bed or even sit still for a movie.  When they get really bad, the only thing that I can do to make it go away is walk.  I do a lot of walking after dark, mostly in the house.  It gets lonely.  Through the years I have made some incredible friends that also have RLS/WED.  We don't see each other very often as we are scattered all across the US but when we have those bad nights, when we end up walking for hours--we know we aren't alone. 

That's how the moon came into the picture.  On those nights when we are up, we feel connected because the same moon is shining over all of us.  Even on cloudy nights, we have that connection.  We know that if any of us are up, we are thinking about the others and wishing them a better night.  I haven't seen some of these friends for a couple of years.  I don't email them or call very often but I know they are there, my brothers and sisters of the moon.

I have a very strong Christian faith.  A lot of people think that means you don't have much imagination or whimsy in your life.  God and magic do not go together.  A Christian faith doesn't lead a person to believe in fairies or dragons or other such fantastic creatures, that is true.  But I think there is believing and believing.  I believe in God and Jesus and heaven.  Can I prove they exist?  No, but I have faith that they do.  I believe--in my heart and in my soul.

But in my imagination I believe in fairies, magic, spell-casters, dragons....So it makes complete sense to think that Mr. Moon is accepting good thoughts from one and sending them on to others.  My imagination makes me a Ya-Ya Princess (another future story) and takes me to magical places.

Life is full of mysteries.  There are things that only God in His infinite wisdom can explain, and I hope one day to hear Him explain them.  There are things that can only be answered by my imagination.  And there are mysteries that fall somewhere in between.  I know who created the moon and fireflies.  So whether He touched them with just a little magic or gave me the imagination to believe in magic, I think God is okay with it.

Firefly Magic--Story #1

I told you there were two main reasons that fireflies are special to me.  I may not have told you that they both involve magic.  Here is story #1--although it contains magic, it is a true story.  That happens sometimes.

Magic.  Not the magic of wizards and dragons or the false magic of illusionists but real magic.  Magical moments so marvelous that we hold them in our hearts in a very special place.  Moments that will stay there forever, allowing us to take out the memory and remember the magic again and again.

Last night was one of those magical moments for me.   Our house had been full of people all day.  It had been a good day, one of laughter and visits, sharing and making plans.  But I was ready for some quiet time and by the way she was acting, so was Isabelle.  Isabelle is my three-year old grand-daughter; all the noise and action had left her in a fractious mood.  We both needed a time-out.

I had promised Isabelle that I would make pink popsicles and Isabelle does not forget something that important.  Quietly we sneaked a popsicle out of the freezer and headed for the back steps.  The sun had set and the backyard had a beautiful twilight glow.  The moon was already high and full and the lightning bugs had started blinking their night-time signals.  We sat for several minutes taking turns licking on the popsicle and getting sticky, pink sweetness all over us.  That’s the joy of popsicles with grand-daughters; the more mess, the better they taste. 

Between licks Isabelle informed me that the moon comes out to tell you it is time to go to bed.  I could see she was worried about this fact; bedtime loomed and the popsicle wasn’t finished yet.   But some rules are made to be broken at Memaw’s house and I told her that tonight Mr. Moon said she could stay up just a little longer.

As it got darker and the popsicle grew smaller, Isabelle started talking about the lightning bugs.  “Memaw,” she said.  “We have to scare the lightning bugs.”  We do, I asked?  Why is that?  “So they will light up.”  With a dripping popsicle in one hand, Isabelle started tippy-toeing across the yard.  At just the right spot, she threw up her free hand and whispered, “Boo!”  Quietly she sat back down, her job done.  And yes, the lightning bugs were so scared that they flashed on and off, on and off.

At that precise moment, I could feel the magic.  The moon was fuller and the stars twinkled like silver and gold.  The night sounds were the sweetest music; the bullfrogs harmonizing with the crickets. The lightning bugs were flashing brighter than I had ever seen.  For Isabelle this was just another night with Memaw, but I knew better.  I felt the magic of a beautiful night and a little girl’s imagination, lightning bugs and pink popsicles.

Firefly Symbolism

I know what fireflies mean to me--I said I would share those stories later and I will.  But throughout history, fireflies have symbolized different things to different people.  Here is a listing:

Inspiration  (guess that worked with me)
Illumnation  (well, they do light up!)
Patience   (waiting for the night to get dark enough)
Attraction  (from one firefly to another, I suppose)
Energy  (it takes a lot to blink, blink, blink)
Hope   (that they will shine for us tonight)
Aspiration  (I don't get this one at all)
Guidance  (should you really follow a firefly if you get lost?)
Efficiency  (combine that with energy and we would all save)
Creativity/New idea  (again, maybe where I started?)
Awakening  (hmmm, have to think on that one)

Sorry for all the sidebars but I couldn't resist!  This list just shows that fireflies mean a lot of different things to different people.  I would be interested to know it they have a special place in your life as they have in mine.  The next two posts will explain (at least partly) why these little critters mean so much to me.

Moon & Stars,
Ruby

Fireflies

There's a reason I like fireflies; actually there are several, but two in particular.  One night there was a mystical event between the fireflies and myself, the other involved my grand-daughter and what she had to teach me about those little lightning bugs.  I will share those stories later but suffice it to say, fireflies have a special place in my life.

I am a grounded person, one who others say has common-sense.and a good work ethic.  But there is a large part of me that loves the idea of fairy people, speaks to the man in the moon and believes the ocean calls to me to come vist at least every two years.

I have a deep faith in God but I also have questions for Him.  I believe that some things just cannot be explained; they are just part of the mystery of life.  That mystery keeps me going because no one knows what lies just over the next hill, around the next corner or past the stars and moon.

Imagination and creation.  What a lovely combination!

Ruby