Northern lights result from solar emissions traveling across space and colliding with earth, sparking incredible light displays. They can happen any time or any place on earth, but the lights, uncoiling like chinese dragons, are only visible in the darkest night sky. Perhaps we are always surrounded by these subtle displays of arching color, but our eyes cannot see them in the greater brightness of the sun and moon.
We believe we are isolated here on earth, surrounded by vast empty reaches of space from the sun and the other planets. But the earth is not isolated. Rather, we are constantly receiving energy from the sun; this energy causes our temperatures to rise or fall, which creates the wind, and the wind then transfers energy to the ocean making visible waves. The moon causes tides in our oceans daily as it circles the earth, creating tremendous surges. In our turn, we on earth release our own lights and sound into space as well.
Earth may be an island in the vast outer space, but we connected on a molecular level, through the interchange of unseeable waves of energy, atoms and matter flowing freely. The northern lights are a reminder on a vast, magical scale of that interconnectedness.
So too are we connected to other people, even people we don’t know standing nearby in a coffee shop. We exchange breath, electric charges leave us and pass to others, making waves of reaction, perhaps causing lights to pulse that we cannot see just as the sun causes these northern lights on a planetary scale.
If all matter flows in waves, we too are waves. We are light, and perhaps we too cause beautiful waves of color surrounding each other as our heat collides with the heat of another.
I wish I could see the northern lights, but I live in too bright a place. I imagine them on a level of planetary immensity, unfolding like the visible thoughts of the universe.
I also imagine them on a personal level. A child runs to his mother, his energy embraces hers. A flood of color unfurls, invisible to the naked eye, but able to move mountains in its power. We call it love. Perhaps love is another form of light, an unstoppable wave of matter, invisible but felt the world around.
Perhaps one day, I will see these northern lights, more beautiful than I could ever draw them.
energy strikes in color
glimpses of connection
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham