Fairy Foot Prints
I could feel something moving across my face and ear lobe as my mind came to consciousness.
I knew what was there before I opened my eyes and so I was assessing how many and the most effective way of addressing the chorus line now moving to down my neck.
Tiny garden spiders had hatched and escaped their web ball to make a life on their own and spin around the bedroom in exploration.
It is the second morning of being thus awakened to my senses, at least the other morning I confronted them face first while getting my t-shirts out of the box in the attic.
I read in a magazine, I believe it was TIME, that everyone swallows at least 8 spiders in their lifetime. I am sure I have downed more than my fair share – I don’t mind these tiny ones.
I cuddled this group in a magic dust cloth and took them in my nightgown out to the back rose garden and let them loose there. I had missed a few on the reading light and my glasses so I grabbed thread and lowered them out the window. Any more finds will be dispatched with a tissue and a quick fair well address.
This little spring ritual I am used to and delight in having such a good working crew in the garden. I am sure it is because we save about $60 a month by putting the clothes on the line rather than using the dryer. I am not fond of the 9” rubbery looking Giant House Spiders and their young or the Fall ugliness of the toxic Hobo Spiders, but with garden spiders I am just fine.
As I am writing this one small survivor, which came out of my hair via web strand and down to the keyboard, is my inspiration to write today. Spiders always help me to find my writing time and space.
From my Medicine Cards Book by Jamie Sams & David Carson
So it was that Spider wove the first primordial alphabet, as she had woven the dream of the world that had become manifest.
Spider’s body is made like the number eight, consisting of two lobe-like parts connected at the waist, and eight legs. Spider is the symbol for the infinite possibilities of creation. Her eight legs represent the four winds of change and the four directions on the medicine wheel.
Spider weaves the webs of fate for those who get caught in her web and become her dinner. This is similar to humans who get caught in the web of illusion in the physical world, and never see beyond the horizon into the other dimensions.
The web of fate also represents a wheel of life, which does not include any alternatives or solutions. It is typically human to get caught in the polarity of good or bad fortune without realizing that we can change it at any time. If we are not decisive enough about changing our lots in life, we may end up being consumed by our fears and limitations.
Spider says I am too busy weaving my life plans and I am missing the infinite possibilities at the edge of my web.
The most important message of Spider is that you are an infinite being who will continue to weave the patterns of life and living throughout time. Do not fail to see the expansiveness of the eternal plan.
I am letting go of my writing contests and my eBook about marriage. I have been so focused on the grant writing and proposals and the hopeful outcome that I have lost sight of the writing I want to do. When the proposed workbook grant was withdrawn, I was sad and determined to figure out a new way to make my investment payoff.
Here is the payoff – I am going to share with you (in the days to come) the 4 absolutely beautiful stories about “How I met” with you and the Judges have nearly picked a winner who will receive the prize. These entries will roll your socks and just make you feel loving, they are so good; and that is really what it is all about?
I am sure the authors will appreciate your comments. What do you think are the infinite possibilities at the edge of the web?