I have started each day, this glorious summer, by ducking under a spider web as I go into or out of my chicken coop. Mamacita is a large grey and black gal with a stunning sense of natures geometry, dedication and commitment, and acceptance to change. I have admired her, chatted with her, and although I have done my best to do no harm to her dew-dropped world each morning, she has gracefully fixed the occasional damage without judgement.
At least I don't feel any judgement coming from her. She could have chosen a spot between trees where deer or other animals travel through; higher up there would certainly be bird activity. And of course every time an unfortunate bug struggles in her web she moves quickly to receive the sustenance needed to continue. So I think it is in her very nature to rebuild each night with anticipation of the miracles tomorrow may bring.
Would that we could live that way! What if each night we set to work in our dreams to cleanse, re-frame, cultivate and perhaps even entice, a miraculous new morning. How would our days be different with dew-drops on a pristine web of intention, with a faceted spiral of faith radiating out from our hearts, with serenity and patience as our guides for how to be, and of course with moving with precision and clarity to embrace all nourishment that enters our fields!
Mamacita's life, this time around, is coming to a close. The corner has been turned, with the Fall equinox, and frost tickled the garden the last 2 mornings. My friend has not re-built in several days, and although I understand, it is with a bit of a heavy heart that I talk to her each morning to say my good-byes. She has been a notable pleasure to share my summer with and my wish is for her babies to read my heart and hear my voice and know they are welcome here, always.
