Each Wednesday,     Tim Carson shares 
the wonderings of heart and mind and the inspirations and quandaries of the spirit. You are invited to wonder along with him through the telling of stories, reflections on faith and observations on the events that shape our lives.  

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Wednesday Wonder
August 24, 2016

At the close of an overcast day, in the last moments before dusk, the sun finally made a late appearance, blinking through an impatient audience of trees. The beams fell upon a glittering spider web suspended by two silky guy wires anchored in the open space between two Walnut trees.
 
The creator of this intricate galaxy of death cast her net into the air to snag unsuspecting prey. She was a fisher of the skies. More specifically, she was a fisher of a portion of the skies.
 
It is so easy to consider our portion and place unimportant, too little to matter, a scale of no consequence. We doubt our significance. The spider, however, was not anxious about such things. Her creation was of old, from her ancestors. She wove and tended and no other creature could do the same in the same way.
 
Whether it is a lone moth that will never wrestle free from her trap or a two legged creature only irritated by walking through her sticky strings, she has her unexpected and enduring domain. She makes her living in one carefully defined area at a time, her own forty acres and a mule. When her work is destroyed, which it always is, she starts over from scratch. She is not burdened with regret over the loss of the first web. She weaves because she must weave. The old is gone, the new is come.
 
As I looked upon the miniature and nearly invisible net I also looked through it. Behind and beyond clouds carried their water, vultures made their circles, and squirrels gathered in the last items from their nightfall shopping lists. And then the web became a part of the web, the bigger web in which we all live and move and have our being, a web not just here but everywhere. It is seen and known by glimpses, now and then, in the waning light, after making its way through a pallet of grey, in the space between the spaces.

 

@Timothy Carson 2016

 

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