A couple of days ago, I looked out the window of my room that I use for my coaching/healing practice and this is what I saw:
As a child, I hated spiders, they were just plain ugly and scary, and I made my mother come and get them out of the corners of my room and the bathroom. Of course, she, not being able to kill anything, would coax them onto a cloth and carry them outside.
One day, many years ago, I sat on a porch in Arlington, Virginia, and noticed a very large spider going from post to beam to post, with a silken thread coming out of its body; then another, and another, until it began to create a multi-sided connection between the anchoring threads. Then it began to connect the threads in a circular pattern, at first wide apart, then filling in narrowly, weaving more and more intricate lines, and finally created spokes that held the circular pattern together. It was MESMERIZING. I sat for hours watching this amazing marvel, this master architect/builder/weaver. And back then, at 23 years old, I was not a meditative sitter for anything….
I am amazed at the spider’s ability to weave, how incredibly strong the threads, and the integrity and beauty of the structure it creates. (On the other hand, I have run right into the center of webs, complete with spider, and the ensuing screams and frantic freak-out dance is a sight to behold, I’m sure!)
The Native Americans consider the spider as Grandmother, the link to the past and future. She is the teacher of balance between the physical and spiritual. With its gentle strength, Spider spins together the threads of life with intricate webs. She calls us to creativity, and is the dream weaver, the weaving of dreams into our destiny. Spider connects the human, physical world to the worlds above and below, the world of spirits.
I identify strongly with the Native American conception of Spider: Grandmother/Dream Weaver, and, as shaman, the bridge between the physical and non-physical worlds. I realize today what a privilege it was to witness the whole miraculous process, from the very first thread to the very last, when the spider took her place in the center, and waited for her first meal. It was a sign of destiny.