Fireflies are wonderful little creatures that light up the summer evenings with their bioluminescent thoraxes. You have to admit that they’re pretty magical. Here are some witchy things you can do when working with them!
Correspondences
Fire
Luck
Communication
“Light the way” spells
Happiness
Fireflies can be used to attract a mate (flashing a light and waiting for a response!)
Folklore
There was a Victorian tradition that if a firefly or lightning bug got into your house, someone was going to die soon.
In some Eastern cultures, fireflies were/are believed to be the souls of the dead.
In several cultures around the world, fireflies have been associated with the Fae (or whatever the culture’s similar nature spirits were)
Anyways, I hope this post was helpful! Make sure you don’t hurt any little friends- you don’t have to kill them to work with them!
I come from California where we don’t have fireflies. They’re always something you grow up fantasizing and romanticizing about. Here are a few more associations that I’d like to add from my own experience with them:
•Dreams coming true •Fantasy and creativity •Definitely lots of happiness •Romance (specifically evening picnics)
a lot of pieces of media will show characters catching fireflies with just their bare hands. in some cases they will just land on the persons fingers. to gently be placed inside of a jar..
for people who live in areas who don’t have fireflies, i want you to know that is not made up or exaggerated for those scenes. fireflies are really like that. they are slow and not cautious at all. while camping i would just walk up to one flying in the air and grab it. and it would sit on my hands like “oh ok.” they are my friends.
also i think it’s funny when fireflies are portrayed as round light bulb-ish shapes. they are skinny.
also their butts are yellow even when not lit up. they’re not just all black until suddenly lighting up yellow! they always got little yellow asses!
they are such friends
fireflies our beloveds <3
Thought people might appreciate this video I got of a firefly that landed on my mom’s ring and sat there flashing for about a good minute or two. They really are just like that
I’ve had to let a couple people know that fireflies are in fact real.
If you’re one of todays lucky ten thousand, i’m happy for you. The world is a marvelous place <3
chocolate cake or chocolate ice cream? sand or grass? fireflies or butterflies? forehead or cheek kisses? napping in the sun or napping while it rains?
“We found that planet already covered in infrastructure. Massive tubes of concrete stretched out above the rocky world, ancient and seamless, cool to the touch but without any entrance. We finally broke through, and discovered the endless tunnels of mushrooms and fireflies inside.”
-QuietPineTrees
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“By starlight, I’ll kiss you, and promise to be your one and only.”
-The Smashing Pumpkins
And that’s the thing, all I’ve ever wanted my whole life was to be understood. I still remember when I thought it would be you; that we would lie together under the stars and I would tell you all my secrets, and you’d tell me yours. We would hold each other, and help each other to reconstruct each broken dream.
Then, you moved away.
The years went by, as they tend to do, and we outgrew the older versions of ourselves. I listened to you tell me about your life, in fragmented telephone calls made over miles. Oceans between us.
You told me about all your broken hearted moments, your pain palpable through the telephone, if only I could reach out and touch you, stroke those rough edges, hold you in my arms and make you whole again.
I listened to your pain and cried, softly. On the other end of the telephone line, you were still talking about her and I bit my tongue. Listened some more. I was making dinner, I still remember. Thai curry chicken. It was winter, and the kitchen in that apartment was the smallest kitchen in the world. You told me about your life, over there. And your heart. And you said, “Now I know what it was like. I have someone stringing me along the way I did to you.”
And I didn’t really have anything to say in response. Because what do you say to things like that? Where do you even begin?
After we hung up, I finished my dinner.
That night, I cried myself to sleep, as I’d done so many times before.
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