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Fireflies in a Jar

Posted on Aug 8, 2018 by in The Bedhead Blog | 0 comments

Fireflies are magical.

I was walking to my car and there were thousands of fireflies in the air. Blinking. Flying. Floating.

I got to thinking about them.

Remember when you were a kid, and it was so exciting to catch a firefly? We put them in mayonnaise jars with holes punched through the lids. We’d lay in bed and watch them in there as we fell asleep. There’s something about fireflies that inspires dreaming.

Then I got to thinking about the flip side.

Remember in the morning when you woke up and you had a jar full of black bugs? Somehow, overnight, the magic escaped through those nail-punched holes. Could these creepy crawly things TRULY be those magical floating lights from the night before?

Somehow little girls who cry “get it off me, get it off me” about gnats and houseflies and such don’t mind catching fireflies at night. There’s something magical about the idea of the floating flashing living beacon. The yellow glow of now-it’s-there-now-it’s-gone. Trying to capture that little bit of wonder. The amazement of a living being emitting light.

We, as children, are sure that lightning bugs are created just for us – for our fascination. We are willing to hold an insect in order to imagine fairies and mystical, magical things.

Sometimes, as grown-ups, we forget the magic of that little insect. Just like repurposed mayonnaise jars, we let the magic escape through the little holes we punch in our lives.

But, just for a moment or two, watching the magic of a fairy-lit evening, I was an enchanted little girl again.

Find your magic. It’s still there.

Your bedheaded blogger,
Michelle

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