Revelations in the Night
I looked out the window after my son had fallen asleep. It looked as if someone left a light on outside — the entire backyard seemed to glow. I went on our deck and looked up. Looking down on me was a nearly full moon with several glowing halos…projecting a moonbeam onto our yard. I had not been aware of the moon lately. It was reminding me that it was still there with its reliable rhythms.
Then, I looked up at the tree canopy at the edge of the woods. The tops of the trees flickered with staccato flashes of light. The fireflies were making their silent song…rhythmic, beautiful, captivating. I savor these lights as I taste their loss, knowing they are here for a short time.
Awakening me from my trance of the fireflies were moths fluttering about my head and then landing on a blossom that is purple by day and a mystery by night.
Mostly hidden in waking hours, moths are revealed in the illumination of a summer night. I am accustomed to bees and butterflies frequenting this bush in the daytime; a new world is revealed in the darkness. These flowers belong to moths too — the winged angels of the night, oft unseen and forgotten.
How could I have imagined that all this wonder and mystery unfolds each night out my back door? With just a window separating me from this magical natural world.
Step outside in the magic of summer nights and what you will find is:
Anticipation & Lamentation
It is always this time of year — in June — when I start looking for them. At dusk, I gaze into the backyard with child-like wonder and anticipation that they will be there. Hoping for just one flash, one spark.
Yes, there it is! The fireflies are here.
I have since learned that they have been living here all along. For one to two years, in fact, as larvae. They watched the leaves fall to the ground in autumn. They felt the chilly weather, the frost, and even the snow in winter. And they witnessed, just as I did, bulbs shoot forth through the ground and bloom in the spring.
I treasure them. I cherish them. Oh, how I am thankful for them.
And now, the weather is warm and humid. It is their time. They are no longer larvae living under the earth and leaf litter — eating worms and slugs and snails and such. They are here to light up the meadows, the understory of the forest, and the canopy of trees.
It is their time to shine. To illuminate. To light the way.
And if you don’t look out at dark, you will miss their invitation.
They call out to each other and to those who trust in their mystery.
“Don’t miss us,” these luminaries beckon with their silent song. “Cherish us, care for us, and let us remind you of the spark that illuminates within yourself.”
They are here for a brief time. When their flickering light-up beings go dark, I always lament their absence.
But I remind myself that their eggs….then a few weeks later their larvae are with me — waiting with me for another summer.
You, the Luminary
Fireflies are a keystone of summer nights. They remind us there is magic. They illuminate our hope in ourselves. They harken back to a memory sealed from our younger years.
What has been illuminated for you lately?
What needs to be illuminated or revealed? Sometimes you are the light for someone. Sometimes you shine the light on something – a creature, a habitat, a place – that needs your voice.
Fireflies live in community. Their many lights come together to illuminate, sometimes in synchronicity. Many times, illuminating a truth or shining light on a mystery requires a village, a community. What community or support may you rely upon?
What glows within yourself? Embrace the truth that you, also, have a spark that illuminates.
You, too, are a luminary.
Luminary: 1. a person who inspires or influences others. 2. A natural light giving body. (Definition from OxfordLanguages)
Illuminate: Moonbeams, Moths & Fireflies
I went out at night.
The moonbeam was bright.
The crickets chirped a sound that has not been heard for many moons.
There was an absence of cicadas’ hum.
The fireflies lit up the trees’ silhouettes against the dark sky.
Their silent song underscored the beauty of their dancing lights.
The moths, winged angels of the night, fluttered about my head.
So much mystery was illuminated
when I stepped outside my backdoor on that weekday night.
~ Stacey Hayes~
How to Nurture Fireflies
Minimize artificial light at night. (This also helps many other nocturnal mammals and insects such as bats and moths…as well as migrating birds).
Keep some tall grassy areas and plants, as female fireflies rest in these.
Leave leaf litter and natural areas since firefly larvae live there for 1-2 years in their larval stage.
Avoid pesticides in your yard. Spraying for mosquitoes negatively impacts fireflies.
Did you know that fireflies are actually beetles and that their glow is created through bioluminescence?
Explore fireflies and conservation efforts further: https://xerces.org/endangered-species/fireflies/how-you-can-help