Do You Have a Web?

Friday, September 17, 2010

Up before the sun, she sat on the deck lost in thought. Her mind was slowly being transported to a dull sense of numb. Muttering, “I’m tired,” she now thought sleep must be against her too. “I have had enough and need to go in,” thus standing to prove her point. This was when a golden glisten caught her eye. “Wow, where did that come from?” she asked out loud.

The patio light angled just enough to see the over night creation. There in the corner of her window a small spider had chose to dwell. In one night it had created this gorgeously woven web of wonder and the light made it look like gold. “You were up later than I and look at what you have made,” she said smiling, rambling back inside.

Not thinking anymore of the little spider, she passed the time piddling around waiting on the sun. Doing this and doing that, she completely forgot the rising of her friend. The mundane tasks she had been piddling at were not helping though.  “I need a breath of fresh air,” she thought and stepped back onto the deck.

The deck brought only pain and questions. “Where did it go, what happen?” was all she could ask. There in the corner of the window, where the beautifully spun web had been were the remnants of what was. Wispy, brown strings, that once was beauty is all that remained. Wispy strands, just hanging on in the motion of the wind. “I can relate,” she thought, as the thought suddenly transformed.

Transformed and became a life, her life. She had picked her spot, built main supports, interwoven crossties, spun beauty and wonder; build her web. Then just like the sun to the web, something happened and her web became remnants hanging on in the motion of the wind.

This is where I am, just hanging on in the motion of the wind. My web has been burned up with the dawning of the sun. My outlook is ever changing, at the mercy of the breeze. I want to learn to be a spider.

When the sun came up this morning I found a new beautifully spun web. The little spider had took the rising of the sun and said, “Oh well, I’ll do it all again.” I want to learn to do that.

If that little spider can spin a new web every night, knowing well and good the sun is going to burn it up, so can I. At least I’d like to think I can.

I’m wishing you a beautifully spun weekend.

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Cruella Collett said, 

This was very sweet - I love the imagery. And I agree - spiders are persistent creatures. They never seem to give up, do they? I want to learn how to do that too (I also wouldn't mind learning to spin those beautiful patterns!)

September 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM  
Karen Walker said, 

Jules, hang in there. Sending you hugs and good wishes. You do have a web, perhaps you just can't see it right now.

September 17, 2010 at 9:37 AM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

You described how you are feeling and the connection with the spider and her web, wonderfully! So sorry you are feeling that way thought. I agree with Karen, you DO have a web and you Will see & feel it's support soon!

Blessings and Big Hugs to you, Jules!
~ Coreen

September 17, 2010 at 9:46 AM  
Summer Ross said, 

Jules- ((Hug)) Your writing always gives me something to think about. I really do hope you can build again on whatever has been broken...Have a terrific weekend, and no worries about the blogfest- its all in fun either way dear.

September 17, 2010 at 10:06 AM  
Clarissa Draper said, 

Great comparison between life and the web it weaves. I loved it! Spiders are amazing creatures with great work ethic and we can all learn from it.


September 17, 2010 at 10:34 AM  
Nezzy said, 

Yep, I sure do. One foggy mornin' last summer I captured a beautiful web on my deck. I featured it in the post "Itsy Bitsy Spider". Yours is just breathtaking with all it's goldenest and you captured it so well.

God bless and have an incredible weekend!!!

September 17, 2010 at 10:52 AM  

What a beautifully written post it. I'm sure many can relate!

September 17, 2010 at 11:14 AM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

If he can keep spinning, so can we!

September 17, 2010 at 3:14 PM  
welcome to my world of poetry said, 

What a wonderful post you wove, so imaginative and a pleasure to read although I dislike spiders.

Have a lovely week-end;

September 17, 2010 at 3:27 PM  
Tabitha Bird said, 

Beautiful. And hugs to you :)

September 17, 2010 at 6:35 PM  
Gail said, 

What a wonderful thought! Yes, we all build webs, repair them when damaged and replace them when destroyed...but ,oh, the treasures those webs have caught. We must remember the treasures as we begin anew.

September 18, 2010 at 7:34 AM  
Journaling Woman said, 

How beautiful this is. We cannot give up no matter how hard it is.

Sorry I've been lax in getting around to the blogs. Hope to do better soon.


September 18, 2010 at 9:17 AM  
Tammy said, 

What a beautiful little allegory. And one I can certainly relate to. Thanks.

September 18, 2010 at 2:01 PM  
Paula said, 

I love spider webs. I always see them as circle of life - in various ways! The up and downs, the beauty and the death. Being part of eternity and the universe. Yes, Jules, you are part of the universe, without you it would be different. You are part of a web and you have your own web. Love to you

September 18, 2010 at 4:05 PM  
The Words Crafter said, 

We have tons of spiders around our house. I don't allow them inside, but the outside ones are welcome. They eat bugs, namely mosquitoes. And I appreciate that.

They love to spin around our mail box. I have to clear those away-I don't want our mailman to ever get bitten.

A few spin some pretty impressive webs and I love watching them fill up with the carcasses of dead bugs. Then, they get abandoned and I sweep then away. Pretty soon, I can see a new web appearing a few feet from the old one...

A very neat post, imaginative....hope your weekend was filled with beautiful, gossamer threads of sparkling light!

September 19, 2010 at 8:35 AM  
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