another town

Sidney, Iowa. Feeling very creative lately.

Last night, fireflies lit up the bushes along a river in Iowa and I felt like a kid again. I am overjoyed that these magical creatures exist, and that I get to witness their light shows.

I feel this way about people, overjoyed when they put on their own light shows for me. Many of them are so excited that I see their light, and I beam, because that is something I very much love to do. I love to witness it.

Others get upset when I mention how shiny they are, telling me that I’ve got the wrong idea. I assure you, I don’t. Even if you’re covering up that light, or don’t bring it out during the day in front of a lot of people, I see it, and it’s there, and I love it. I could go on for hours and hours about all of the lights I see in people. It’s all I know.

It is not because I don’t want to see the dark. I admit that it’s there, I admit that it’s a part of you, I just don’t bother to put a story to it, but you can, if you want. You can decide if it serves you.

I much more care to stare at the lightning, and the sunsets, and the fireflies, and my feet because I forget they are there a lot.

The longer I live, the more I realize that life is about little moments of breath, grounding light onto the earth, and less about the stories that circle around in my head. We are what we’ve always been.

We just have to remember.

Ps- I am secretly a hypocrite, because I am, in fact, telling you this story.