MysticMoon14 ♥
The Web Watcher...
I am the Web-watcher --
I wander Her strands --
empowering, or weaving,
with magical hands,
the Life-blood of the Mother
connected to All --
I am the Web-guardian,
and I answer Her Call.
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View large with B l a c k M a g i c
One of the spiders in my garden was repairing her web after a storm.... it was so beautiful to watch how she used her leg to attach the strand and weave her web.
Textures by Florabella
With a big thank you to Giles for adding his wonderful poem about the garden spider to this image. His poems and writings are an inspirational read for all of us who follow the Pagan path. Giles is a gifted writer and through the use of his insightful narration, the reader is gently led along a journey of spiritual diversity.
I recommend you take the time to look at his wonderful photostream
Araneus diadematus
Our cradle empty, we shall climb
To a high place, to catch the wind
And fly, strewing gossamer as we go,
Singly, flowing without will, to land
Wherever.
We shall know, by the compass
Blotched in white upon our backs,
Where to spin the spokes, and how
To spire the wheel; with one leg, feel
The trembling.
Approach too fast, and we shall quake,
And blur the whorl with shaking
From the underside, the compass
Pointing down, our legs the eight points
Taking.
At night we eat the orb, conserve
The silk, to spin again by morning,
Indelicately, cramming all
Into open mouths, every spoke
Consuming.
We spin the globes of nurture
After mating, span them so,
With loving claws, adore the
Minor worlds we make, compass
Turning.
Entwined in silk, their spinnerets
Are forming, massed bundles
Of eyes, and legs, and fangs
Entangling. Each of us
Expiring.
Source material: Veronica Godines, Araneus Diadematus, animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu. Theodore H. Savory, The Spiders and Allied Orders of the British Isles, London, 1945, pp. 130-131. The common “Garden Spider” has a characteristic “cross” on its back, and is the archetypal orb-weaver. Immatures, already orphans by the time they emerge, go out to seek their fortunes by abseiling more or less at random on air-currents, attached to an anchor point by nothing but a thread of gossamer. Poem by Giles Watson, 2003.
The Web Watcher...
I am the Web-watcher --
I wander Her strands --
empowering, or weaving,
with magical hands,
the Life-blood of the Mother
connected to All --
I am the Web-guardian,
and I answer Her Call.
________________________________________
View large with B l a c k M a g i c
One of the spiders in my garden was repairing her web after a storm.... it was so beautiful to watch how she used her leg to attach the strand and weave her web.
Textures by Florabella
With a big thank you to Giles for adding his wonderful poem about the garden spider to this image. His poems and writings are an inspirational read for all of us who follow the Pagan path. Giles is a gifted writer and through the use of his insightful narration, the reader is gently led along a journey of spiritual diversity.
I recommend you take the time to look at his wonderful photostream
Araneus diadematus
Our cradle empty, we shall climb
To a high place, to catch the wind
And fly, strewing gossamer as we go,
Singly, flowing without will, to land
Wherever.
We shall know, by the compass
Blotched in white upon our backs,
Where to spin the spokes, and how
To spire the wheel; with one leg, feel
The trembling.
Approach too fast, and we shall quake,
And blur the whorl with shaking
From the underside, the compass
Pointing down, our legs the eight points
Taking.
At night we eat the orb, conserve
The silk, to spin again by morning,
Indelicately, cramming all
Into open mouths, every spoke
Consuming.
We spin the globes of nurture
After mating, span them so,
With loving claws, adore the
Minor worlds we make, compass
Turning.
Entwined in silk, their spinnerets
Are forming, massed bundles
Of eyes, and legs, and fangs
Entangling. Each of us
Expiring.
Source material: Veronica Godines, Araneus Diadematus, animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu. Theodore H. Savory, The Spiders and Allied Orders of the British Isles, London, 1945, pp. 130-131. The common “Garden Spider” has a characteristic “cross” on its back, and is the archetypal orb-weaver. Immatures, already orphans by the time they emerge, go out to seek their fortunes by abseiling more or less at random on air-currents, attached to an anchor point by nothing but a thread of gossamer. Poem by Giles Watson, 2003.