Spiderpie in Heaven . . .

. . . i weave
therefore i am
a weaver of life . . .

my web of life
was not created by the great chief.
i create my own web.
i create my own life.
and for every web i weave
lies the history of my ancestors . . .

their prey
their warm cocoon
their sustenance
their scattering trash
all trapped or safely secured
in our 24/7 web . . .

someday i'll stop weaving
but where will i rest my weary legs?
and where will heaven's keeper rest her eyes?
nor the superdog his drooly nose?
and the alpha dog with white hairs his watchful gaze?

when i weave, i dream
i dream of heaven
and strange beings
weaving my dreams . . .


- musings of a spider in a house called heaven
for lisa's chaotic macro monday
and misty dawn's camera critters.
and for all creative craftspeople and weavers of life!