I believe I have indicated in the past that the spider may be my totem. She has definitely been making herself known again. Friday I had a maybe 50 cent piece size spider DROP ON MY HEAD when I leaned out the door to the backyard. It jumped off and hurried away to a top corner of the door frame about as quickly as it fell on me. Of course I shuttered a bit. The spider was most likely an orb weaver. They have a liking for that door frame for some reason.
The next morning I found a little black spider in my tissue box (at my grandmother’s house instead of mine, as I stay with her some times). I was going to let it live outside since it did not try to destroy me in my sleep. My grandmother instinctively killed it though. Today I could see long strands of silken web reflecting the sunlight as I gazed through the window. The breeze had been blowing leaves away, and there is no doubt that some spiders went for a ride in the wind as well.
The spider seems to be totem of those who “weave magic with the written word”. They are a totem of creativity and the knowledge that we weave our own webs in life. “She is strength and gentleness combined.” Those who have been keeping up with my blog for a while know that last quote is a bit of a theme. Blessings to you all. 🙂