"Grandmother Spiderwoman" by Desiree J. Isphording

So I speak of the Goddess as weaver, as spider, and I begin to pay attention to the spiders who build their webs in my corners. I experience the web as a rhythm of strands and spaces. I see that there are points of connection and openings, and that this interplay of stuff and space gives the whole web a tension that is taut, yet elastic; that springs. I meditate on the web and it is the feel of that tautness I take in, that I savor until I know it, can call it forth at will. I search in my own life for those points of connection, for those spaces - in words, in relationships - and knowing the feel of the web gives me the power to be able to feel for that same tautness in the knots and the spaces of my life.     And because the spider, the web, are real and contain all the richness of reality, they may give me other powers on other days. As I see the spider draw threads from her own body, I can learn to draw cords of energy from my body, to weave these into new forms; to draw words from my head, my hands - to weave on this page.