Two days in a row I almost walked right in to a spider coming down on a strand of its silk. The first time, the spider was huge and a friend saw it and grabbed me and pulled me back right before I walked directly into it. I breathed a deep sigh of relief when I saw what he had saved me from, imagining the chilled feeling of a spider crawling on my skin, in my clothes, or in my hair. yuck!
The very next morning, I opened my front door to leave and there, before my very eyes was another spider, much more petite in size this time, directly in front of my face. I tried to wedge myself around it but the air from my movements pulled it toward me. I backed away and glanced at the clock, feeling impatient as I was already late for work. In my pause, I remembered to not rush and for a moment I was present with the spider and acknowledged the gift is was from spirit. Spider, in Native American lore, was the first one to record the written word, forming a letter in its web. A lover of writing, and as one who dreams of doing it more every day, I paused to receive the message that spider brings, write! Viola! I wrote! Thank you spider. Will you please stay off my body? Thanks. I love to honor you from a distance.