Firefly

Firefly

I got up at 4am this morning on a whim, and went outside to the temple of my hot tub, making sure that all the house lights were out, so I could steep in the natural light of the not-yet-dawn.

 The only light is emitted by stars, the moon, and the vaguest promise of coming sun from 1000 miles east and around the corner. My eyes dilate and receive all this as "just right" and I settle into the warm water and fade into the dimness.

 Whoever I awakened when I pulled the top off my hot tub, were likely staring at me from the undercover of trees, as I eased into the water.

Into my favorite state of being. 

Just an animal among animals of the night. I breath in being outside, floating and stretching in the water ; having thoughts of how a baby feels in the womb, or how the weightlessness of water is a little like flying.

 How quiet and unquiet morning darkness can be.

 Almost another world. Soft rustles, a humming bug, a swift flash of movement in the canopy, then quiet again. I wonder to myself, how humans have learned to live indoors.

I have the thought that humans have not had a full meal of connectedness with our real animal flesh since we closed our doors,  turned on the lights and AC. 

Of course the stars are hypnotic. I look up and they flood my eyes with remembered and recognized constellations; ones I have memorized like road maps. I see an occasional falling star. 

To me just a brief zip of light, but maybe to them a blistering horrid death?

I turn from that thought, I breath in the night air and I begin listing everything nice thats going on in my life, the smallest of nice things; 

 I say a simple THANKS...

Out of nowhere, one solitary firefly blinks, moving among the oak leaves above. It is alternately blinking and disappearing-only to show up a few feet away. I am surprised by this lone messenger. Usually they are all asleep by dawn. 

 

And from the Source of all

And from my Ian,

I hear a whimsical

YOU'RE WELCOME

I track the firefly's course and with each blink, and feel a rush of joy. 

I love it so much when the walls of physical disappear, and I dissolve into

Everything and nothing,

Everyone and no one,

Everywhere and nowhere.

I drink of Source,

And thus comes the focus that has nothing to do with my eyes....

All this is mine, because I woke up so early and went to the Temple.

As dawn comes.