Luminous Ascension of Souls: Fireflies Rising


The grand daughters from South Dakota got to experience the fireflies of summer on Goose Creek last week. I doubt they will ever forget it. I only wish, in describing my version of the experience, you could smell and feel on your skin the rest of the story. How feeble words are, how course a net, to contain the sum of which the mind and heart are capable.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Your firefly essay is wonderful spoken, just as it was to read a little while back. I’m glad you got to share the experience with your granddaughters. Lucky girls, having a naturalist grandpa.