In December my friend and I sat in the car in the dark and the cold looking out over a migratory bird sanctuary in Fairbanks Alaska waiting to see the Northern Lights. It was -28 outside and the car fogged up with us sitting there. We stared out over a frozen lake. We were so hopeful, but we in the end didn’t see them. We were there too early in the night. And maybe they wouldn’t have appeared anyway. We saw some beautiful stars and perhaps a planet. But no aurora.
Looking for light in the winter in Fairbanks makes sense—as the sun rises near 11 am and sets near 2:30. The long darkness make any light you see more special.
And anyway—isn’t looking for light—in any of its forms—something that is just programmed into our souls? Lights in the windows, lights on the trees, starlight, candlelight, the light in someone’s eyes.
Last week was the lunar eclipse—and I found myself searching for the light again. A lunar eclipse is both: light and dark—and the weather report said that it would be clear where I was so I set my alarm—hopeful again.
It was dark, and really cold at 2 am, and I threw on a coat and boots and headed outside. I couldn’t see anything. I walked toward the street, and up the block a bit. Nothing—in any direction. It occurred to me that it was cloudy. There weren’t even stars. There would be no lunar eclipse sighting.
Disappointed, I went back to bed.
It’s ancient, and primal this love of and search for light. It means there might be fire and warmth. It means I can see and know the way.
It’s so hard to remember that Northern Lights are actually always there even if the conditions aren’t such that we can see them. And last week the lunar eclipse was there even if I couldn’t see it myself. When you can’t see or feel the light, it’s hard to remember that the light is still there.
On rainy travel days, I forget that the sun will shine when the plane suddenly breaks through the clouds. In the same way that I can forget on days when I have a lot of grief or darkness, that those feelings aren’t forever, I forget that the clouds will break—and sun will shine though again.
And sometimes when we can’t find light within ourselves that spark needs to come from others around us. Or from art, music, poetry. From something that makes you smile or laugh.
And I think we forget that regardless of whether we can see the light, we can be that light or spark for others. We can remind them that the light is still there.
On that dark night in Fairbanks with so much hope and no Northern Lights—we didn’t get the lights from the outside we were seeking. But we got the light of friendship and good company. We got the light of laughter at our relentless hope.
Sometimes you can find the light. And sometimes you can bring the light. And sometimes it is enough for you to be the light by simply be being good company in the dark.
© 2025 Gretchen Schmelzer, PhD