You say the hill's too steep to climb,
You say you'd like to see me try,
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
and I'll climb
the hill on my own
the hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as I rise above the tree line and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
merciless, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and everyday is the right day
and as you rise above the fear lines in his frown
you look down
hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.
|Argiope Aurantia Golden Orb Weaver|
Pandora today making me realize it's time to rise above these fears, vulnerabilities ... The anger. My angry vindictive punch you in the face envisioning self buries this anger so deep to hide and cower in fear feeling powerless yet personally vindicated knowing I am right. An angry little girl whose only way to defend herself is to cultivate justified anger which soothes her in an ocean of cruelty. The pattern repeats over and over and over until disease riddles my body.
Fears are aroused as I squash the spiders, but they just come back. Like the songs says, It's time to rise above the tree line and the clouds. Look down at my shadows ... my spiders, acknowledge them while moving on in my own way. Gazing at the anger below ... the shadows, letting go and flying above. Above it all embracing the spiders instead. Everyday is the right day. The shadows are still with me as I fly. I just acknowledge them now.
|Wilbur and Charlotte|
We all have our good and our bad leading with our shining sun while hiding our shadowy underbelly. I face my anger and ask it to move on replacing the shadows with light replacing the fear of the spidery unknown with creativity and empowerment embracing the messages, the writing in the webs to heal and share with you. Spiders help me write this blog opening myself up being vulnerable relaying my communications. Facing life --the good and the uncomfortable with a confident, steady mind.
The spiders crawl and weave guiding me towards doing the good work, the hard work, my life's work ... messages.
"Do you understand how there could be any writing in a spider's web? "Oh no," said Dr. Dorian. "I don't understand it. But for that matter I don't understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place. When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle."