LIGHTNING BUG LOVE
The inside message on the Valentineâ€™s Day card was simple and sweet. However, the message on the outside of the card received much more of my attention. No catchy rhyme or thought-provoking poem. No sugar-coated phrase or scripture reference on love. The message was a one-sentence quote: â€œLove must be as much a light as it is a flame.â€ Fire conjures up an element of romance, doesnâ€™t it? I learned the quote came from Henry David Thoreau, the American writer, and deep thinker who wrote Waldenâ€™s Pond, a book we had to read as a senior in high school. (I may have been the only one who actually read it but I liked the earthy story.) No wonder the quote on the card caught my fancy. I paused to contemplate the statementâ€™s meaning and wondered if the light and the flame had equal value. Fires turn to coals after a period of time but they still bring warmth and light.
Valentineâ€™s Day tends to make me think more about the â€œflameâ€ of love than it does the â€œlightâ€ of love. The imagery of a â€œflameâ€ symbolizes heated emotion fueled by fiery passion. I mean, itâ€™s not every day your husband brings home flowers, cards, and candy or takes you to a restaurant for an evening of fine dining. I love those â€œflamingâ€ acts of love when I am presented with dark chocolate truffles and a bouquet of Walmart roses. What wife doesnâ€™t love a gift purchased by her husband just for her? Heck, I get excited when Parky brings me home a box of Junior Mints!
Upon further reflection of the profound statement, itâ€™s not the heat of love (e.g. the flame) I think of when I consider the enduring love George Parker Allen and I have shared for thirty-seven years. Of course, weâ€™ve had our share of â€œflamingâ€ moments: memorable vacations, fabulous dinners, and heartfelt conversations. No, those are not the first things that come to my mind. Instead, I think about the â€œlightâ€- the sustaining light that first began to shine when we talked for hours on my front porch step because we didnâ€™t want to say goodnight. The light lingered through my high school and college years even though I dated a few â€œsomeone elseâ€™s.â€ It was that same love light that helped me realize trust and stability was more important than fun and adventure when it came to long-term commitment.
Everyday acts of â€œlightâ€ make me smile â€“ those ordinary things Parky does like washing my car, reaching to hold my hand as we walk, smoking a slab of ribs because I crave them, putting just the right amount of butter on my popcorn, or urging me to go to the department store to use the coupon that came in the mail. Thereâ€™s no blazing flame in those gestures, no heat of passion â€“ just a subtle glow from his love light.
I clearly remember the day Parkyâ€™s light shined ever so bright through the darkness of my cancer diagnosis. As we entered the professional building to get the results of my biopsy, he told me he loved more than my body. I suppose he was preparing himself for the possibility of my having a mastectomy. He said he loved my being, what made me who I was inside. My body was just a shell that housed my personality, my soul, my character. His words were a beautiful reassurance and the best, most wonderful thing he could have said to me at that moment. Truly, the Lord put those words on his tongue so that they might linger deep in my heart and mind more than the word â€œpositive.â€ I am blessed to have a husband who â€œloves [his] wife, just as Christ loves the churchâ€ (Ephesians 5:25).
As I think about light and love, my mind drifts to an unusual bug â€“ the lightning bug, or firefly. A fireflyâ€™s light is almost 100% light emitted from a chemical reaction known as bioluminescence while light from an incandescent bulb only emits 10% of its energy as light and 90% as heat. Hmmm . . . sounds like Mr. Firefly has almost exclusively â€œlightâ€ versus â€œflameâ€ in his love language. Not surprising since their light is considered to be â€œcoldâ€ light.
Those little stinky light-flashing beetles have been called â€œflashy flirtsâ€ because male fireflies use a pattern of flashing to let Miss Firefly know she would be a good match for him. Miss Firefly flashes back in her own pattern, â€œCome check out my beautiful light, you luciferase-enzyme winged wonder, you.â€ Isnâ€™t that magical how they flirt with one another flashing their tails under the cloak of night? Their flashing colors vary from green to yellow to pale red. â€œGhost blueâ€ has also been described but it is actually a derivative of the green. I guess Thoreauâ€™s love quote doesnâ€™t apply to them since thereâ€™s no â€œflameâ€ to firefly love. Nonetheless, they do appear to offer traits of colors and patterns attracting one another to mate. See, we can relate to our beetle buddies on some level when it comes to love.
Interestingly, synchronized flashing can occur for unknown reasons although it only occurs in two places in the world: Southeast Asia and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Cool! The courtship light show has been turned into an annual tour as the synchronous â€œsongâ€ hovers over the forest floor from post-sunset to midnight in these locations. How romantic it must be to watch the lights begin flashing as one as if they were sending firefly Morse code â€œPick me, pick me, pick me.â€
Sadly, fireflies are slowly declining as a result of a loss of habitat, pesticides, and light pollution with artificial night lighting. If a field where fireflies once lived is paved over, they simply disappear. No migration â€“ just gone forever. I remember them all over our front yard on Greenwood Circle growing up. The neighbor kids, us included, spent hours catching them and putting them in jars with holes punched in the lids. Kinda makes me sad now to know I might have broken up a promising lightning bug love nest!