email: mythago@lavondyss.com
journal: silverlove
"Shatter
the moonbeams
that fall and they will
become tiny dancers
of light."
- Amba
March 10, 2002
I watched baby spiders birth today. Finn and I noticed them in the back corner of the yard as we walked around observing spring. I've never seen such a thing before, except in the cartoon Charlotte's Web.
The spiders were lined along the twigs of a thin maple branch, scrambling about, some sliding on small webs between the twigs. As Finn and I watched, several of these tiny beings leapt into the breeze, spinning a tiny strand of webbing that caught the air and carried them aloft. What faith they had, what trust in the universe, as they let go into the mystery. With small hops they left to see where the wind would take them, not knowing if they would live or die. I wondered what lay in store for those that landed in a safe place to grow.
As each swirl of wind came through, more spiders leapt into God, into Goddess, a tiny thread their parachute. Into the pine trees, white clouds, blue sun. Soon they were gone, so fast did they disperse into whatever they might become.
I am in awe. Such beauty in these beings so much tinier than I.
