10/14/2018
This Glorious Cosmic Web
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William Blake
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
Chief Seattle
The web of life is a perfectly finished work of art…
Robert Anton Wilson
Here in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, October marks spider web season. I’m not sure if they’re always there, but something to do with the cool air moving in and the dew collecting in the mornings, certainly seems to make them more noticeable. Intricate patterns woven into the limbs exposed by dropping leaves, the threads of web are jeweled by thousands of little liquid beads reflecting the world back to itself. Some days there are so many, it’s like an art installation was put up while I slept. One after the other, glistening in the gathering light, the artists curled up and sleeping smack dab in the center. Some of them overlap, using the same twig as their foundation, intertwining and sharing space, a whole reality unto itself. Layer upon layer, thread connecting thread… spiders being true to their nature.
In awe of their industry, I contemplate our own. The threads of consciousness that run through our lives and tie us to every thing that ever has been, that is now and will ever be. I see the long arc of justice, and the starts and stops of civilization, the apparent crises that have inspired ingenuity and evolution, the break throughs of bright light that have shifted the way we live… the way we be…
Closing my eyes, I can feel the web of being that is always so perfectly true to itself. All this amazing interconnectivity that overlaps in intertwining oneness. And we are alive in this web. We are its threads, its weavers, and the little beads of dew glistening in the morning light. This glorious cosmic web weaving itself through us, as us. Threads of light and love connecting all that is. Opening my eyes, I know that it is so.
Affirmation:
The web of life is my life: I am connected to all that is by threads of light. I weave webs of wonder, beauty and joy.
Amy Perry
www.agapelive.com
For prayer, call 310-348-1270 or email [email protected]
This Glorious Cosmic Web
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William Blake
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
Chief Seattle
The web of life is a perfectly finished work of art…
Robert Anton Wilson
Here in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, October marks spider web season. I’m not sure if they’re always there, but something to do with the cool air moving in and the dew collecting in the mornings, certainly seems to make them more noticeable. Intricate patterns woven into the limbs exposed by dropping leaves, the threads of web are jeweled by thousands of little liquid beads reflecting the world back to itself. Some days there are so many, it’s like an art installation was put up while I slept. One after the other, glistening in the gathering light, the artists curled up and sleeping smack dab in the center. Some of them overlap, using the same twig as their foundation, intertwining and sharing space, a whole reality unto itself. Layer upon layer, thread connecting thread… spiders being true to their nature.
In awe of their industry, I contemplate our own. The threads of consciousness that run through our lives and tie us to every thing that ever has been, that is now and will ever be. I see the long arc of justice, and the starts and stops of civilization, the apparent crises that have inspired ingenuity and evolution, the break throughs of bright light that have shifted the way we live… the way we be…
Closing my eyes, I can feel the web of being that is always so perfectly true to itself. All this amazing interconnectivity that overlaps in intertwining oneness. And we are alive in this web. We are its threads, its weavers, and the little beads of dew glistening in the morning light. This glorious cosmic web weaving itself through us, as us. Threads of light and love connecting all that is. Opening my eyes, I know that it is so.
Affirmation:
The web of life is my life: I am connected to all that is by threads of light. I weave webs of wonder, beauty and joy.
Amy Perry
www.agapelive.com
For prayer, call 310-348-1270 or email [email protected]
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