By my art desk, there is a window. Six months ago, I noticed a large spider
weaving her web on the other side of the pane. Day by day, she built a
net across the window as I wove colors into fabric a few feet away. I developed a fondness for her; a sense of kinship as we created in silent harmony together. A pane of glass maintained our clear boundary as we wove side by side – each in our own world. After a rain, I exalted with her on a good ‘catch’ day and cheered for her as she succeeded in stashing a large ‘spider’ wealth of small flying creatures in her web.
Several months passed of our weaving camaraderie when she surprised me with a baby – one itsy bitsy identical reproduction of herself.
I watched, mesmerized, as she showed it how to move on the web, how to
wrap an insect, how to manage the stash. I had always thought spiders gave birth to large numbers of babies that sailed away on the wind (ala Charlotte’s Web), and my mind was stretched as I witnessed this one on one relationship developing and evolving. The fondness I felt became love. Each day I felt more and more like an ‘auntie’, communing with my spider relations.
A few weeks ago, I looked up to greet them from my weaving desk, and the huge Mama Spider was gone. The web remained, now spanning two window
panes and intersecting itself to create levels and planes. The stash remained, grown larger yet. And in the middle of it all, the teensy heiress spider left to grow and learn alone. Now, I sat and created next to the baby, cheering her in her evolution, feeling even more like an auntie than ever.
A week after that, the baby was gone. I couldn’t say what had happened – whether she took off to build her own web or didn’t make it long on her own.. either way, I missed both of them; and I mourned – as only, it seems, humans do. “This is Life,” I told myself, “Letting go and death are part of it.” And, as I cherished the memory of communing with them ‘over my shoulder’, I did make peace with their passage…
And then… I found her again. She hadn’t ‘gone’. She’d moved. From east facing window by my office to a better protected west-facing window by the garage door, she’d journeyed forth and made a new home. I was so happy to see her! I knew it was her (there was no other like her; so huge and gorgeous). I was amazed and delighted by her adventurous spirit – it was no small feat to relocate from one side of the house to the other. As I stood admiring her courage and success, I saw in – off in the corner of her already sizable web – the baby! Bigger than before, and looking more and more just like her mama, there was the baby.
Can you imagine this? Mama Spider traveled the distance, looking for a new home – safer and better protected from the elements. Built that home. And then remembered the way to collect the little one and carry it back.
My heart overflowed joy.
The Teacher Within gave me this gift. A spider’s story touched my Life and made Life larger and more full of magic and miracles for me. The Native Americans say that when a creature of Nature touches our experience it is a message from the Divine. By my interest and my focus and my emotional response, the Greater Intelligence gave me a spider’s story to guide and teach me in the evolution of my Being. And so my desire to engage the Teacher Within daily for the wisdom that guides true is fulfilled in this mama and her baby’s story. It is up to me to listen from the integrity of my alignment and know the teaching; I know I will find layers of layers of wisdom in her story as well as a deeper understanding of love as I visit them on my way to and from the barn. And you may call me Auntie.
Thank you. I love you.