Oct 23

Spider Wisdom

Around this time, last year, a beautiful spider perched outside my window. I often stopped in my tracks as I walked by, feeling awestruck by how diligently she was working and how magnificent her web was that she was spinning. It was a time that some deep resentment was coming up for me to observe. I had a choice to project it or to sit with it and allow it to transmute. So I sat with it. In the process, I made a soul connection with this new visitor.

She helped me write this poem and in doing so, I was able to make room for more inner peace, understanding and contentment. I wasn’t able to share this poem or the artwork publicly at that time. Fear around judgement was still woven into the fabric of my being. But that fear has lifted. I have deepened into acceptance of myself and my experiences…and continually make the conscious choice to see the divinity in all that is (even though it’s hard some times).

Spider Wisdom

•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my unborn self,
Delicately forming in my mother’s womb.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion of my mom’s addictions that vibrate at the core of my being.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my five year self,
Blanket in hand, with the silky edge softly brushing against my young skin.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that my mom’s happiness is more important than my own.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my ten year old self,
Tears streaming down as the generational story line of abuse now weaves through my experience.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that my mom’s pain is more prevalent than my own.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my fourteen year old self,
Felling powerless as my heart longs to heal everyone I love.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that my parents misunderstandings are my responsibility to repair.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my eighteen year old self,
Having no one to turn to after the loss of a young soul, the fear of judgment rising at the thought of speaking my truth.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that I am not safe in my body…and that trauma is best suppressed.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my present self,
Moving into a new template as the creator of my own reality.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that any resentments toward the past are rightful in this now moment.
•+•
•Into the healing hands of the Divine Mother
I place my sovereign heart,
Seeing its perfection and the perfection in all of creation.
•Grandmother Spider, please spin a warm web of golden light around me,
Protecting me from the illusion that illusions even exist, as my story dissolves and my heart returns to the wisdom that •all is love•.

About The Author

My passion is to delicately hold sacred space for each individual as they walk the path to their personal healing, guiding them to find their authentic power and leading them to live a life with complete freedom to be their unique selves.

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