The
last time I saw a firefly was when I visited Sagada. I was walking out
with friends in the woods of Echo Valley where I spotted that little and
so frail flickering light. I saw a firefly. Alone. So tiny and fragile.
Yet its light bring about enlightenment to me. Such pure and simple
gift of beauty in the night.
In my darkest
hour, it is often the smallest spark of one or two fireflies that
brought me into the light. It is in those moment of simple grace where I saw
such brightness that gives me freedom. A grace I received from a soft
spoken friend and the embrace and warm touch of acceptance and
forgiveness and understanding that blessed my spirit to be in a moment
of experiencing deep hope and love.
I
have many fireflies in my life now, and they are, yes, fragile and small,
but when they joined together, they make my path passable enough so I
could see my way in the late dusk.
My seemingly dark woods become less scary now at all.
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