Thinking about Grandmother Spider
I've been thinking about Grandmother Spider a lot recently, perhaps its the knitter in me that links me to this image of the Divine Feminine. I love the way she sings and spins the world into being. If I listen very carefully I can just hear the beauty of her tune from somewhere far, far within. Its faint but yes its there, just audible through the mental chatter of ego. A gentle ripple of sound waves across the cosmos like a beautiful dewy spider's web rippling gently in the early morning breeze. Sandra Ingerman has a lovely chapter in her book Medicine for the Earth where she talks about creation myths and suggests how to connect to your particular myth using song and dance. I think Grandmother Spider would approve. I can almost see her glowing with unconditional love as she feels the ripples travelling up through the silken threads of her web. When Grandmother Spider wove the web of life around us she attached a silken thread to the top of each of our heads. If we
.jpg)
