I watch her through the window
As she weaves her web of wonder,
Early in the morning before we're awake,
Flowing with the silk,
Strands stretched from without to within,
Her feet are like a dancer's.
Her feet are like a dancer's.
Translating melody into form,
Immersed in the music,
She finds her healing heart.
This poem was written in October 2013. A garden spider was weaving a web outside our kitchen window one morning. I loved watching her weave her web over and over again - such a delicate artisan. She made this her home for weeks and weaved and re-weaved patiently over and over again. It struck me that her web represented the web of relationships that we humans need with kindred spirits and soul mates in order to feel fulfilled in life and to find healing! Thich Nhat Han says that one of the most important things in life is to find your sanga. Your community. Your support network of like-minded souls.
Immersed in the music,
She finds her healing heart.
This poem was written in October 2013. A garden spider was weaving a web outside our kitchen window one morning. I loved watching her weave her web over and over again - such a delicate artisan. She made this her home for weeks and weaved and re-weaved patiently over and over again. It struck me that her web represented the web of relationships that we humans need with kindred spirits and soul mates in order to feel fulfilled in life and to find healing! Thich Nhat Han says that one of the most important things in life is to find your sanga. Your community. Your support network of like-minded souls.
