Sparkling lights, Souls of the Ancestors
Sometimes I stand on the Sand dunes looking out to sea or up to the heavens to stare at the stars and the glory of the moon as she turns all around me to magic.
On cold, clear night, especially when there is a full moon you can see sparkles dancing around you. They whorl around and at the slightest breath of breeze dance away only to return as if they were curious about you and want to connect with you.
They seem to have a light, and a life, all of their own like tiny fire fly’s glinting and dancing before and around you.
Sometimes I like to think that these sparkles are partly a manifestation of those that have gone before, those souls that have transitioned to the otherworld, tiny parts of the life force of those we have known and others that we may yet come to know. A tether and gateway to this world from the Otherworld for those who would look back, for those that are still remembered in song and prose and for those that are linked to the spirit of that place.
Sometimes I like to think that these sparkles are partly the extension of the God and Goddess into our realm. A breaking through of their energy and light into the darkness of the Earthly night touching the mundane world, drawing it closer to the eternal spiral dance of the Deity.
And sometimes I like to think that these sparkles are partly the spirits and aura of the otherkin, the fey and spirits of the place, Genius loci.
They are always with us but in these cold, clear and magical conditions we can sense these intersections between the magical realm and our own.