I will always remeber those nights that with the burning, glowing embrace of the fireflies. In the space around my body they floated like a thousand miniature green-yellow lanterns, blazing long enough to be seen, but gone quickly enough escape my cupped hands. It’s embedded in me to see fireflies as spirits being here. I’ve never met a person who hasn’t felt their otherworldly nature. Indeed my Indigenous ancestors referred to wild creatures as “man in other shirts”. For animistic peoples, our world is inhabitated by spirits, which only reveal themselves in particoular circumstances or places. But somehow, I think, we all feel this regardless of where we come from.
[Kiliii Yüyan © – kiliii.com, Thin Places, Great Smoky Mountains Nation Park]
MrDedalus 