Poetry Sunday-Weaving A Life

Weaving A Life

 

 

When I first looked at the spider, all I could see was a creepy vixen waiting to trap and enslave her prey.  But now, I notice the webs, the homes lovingly created to provide food, shelter and a home to nurture her young.

A mighty creature, the garden spider goes about making beauty all over the garden.  And she also helps keep a healthy habitat for all creatures who rely on the food chain.  Sometimes eating, sometimes eaten~she is essential!

Old tales tell of Grandmother Spider stealing a piece of the sun.  She rode her silken threads back to earth, with her treasure tucked under one of her mighty legs.  And if you look upon her web today, you can still see the sun’s delicate pattern woven there.

And the Ancient Ones wove a spectacular tale about climbing to heaven on spider silk.  Perhaps that is why dream catchers are made in the shape of a spider web.  To catch our dreams as we climb each night into the heavens.

 

 

Silken threads glisten

New patterns made on life’s loom

Woven in a moment, a blink

 

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2016

 

 

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I love watching spiders in our garden.  They make incredible displays from spring into summer and even into fall, where their handiwork glistens in the dew.  You can see those displays below.  They always seem to be weaving a life as they spin their webs.

I created this haibun, to sing their praises.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their Poetry Pantry link up.

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I leave you with a few additional words about weaving a life.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2017.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Quiet Hopes

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“The greatest joys in life are found not only in what we do and feel,
but also in our quiet hopes and labors for others.”
 
― Bryant McGill

 

 

Do you dream?  Not the dreams of night, but more a ‘hoping in your heart’ dream.  A hazy, lazy daydream of what might be.  Imagining yourself living a life you did not dare to dream.  Or of achieving something that was but a fantasy all your life.

 

I am finding I am dreaming more.  Dreaming of those places I have always wanted to visit.  Special walks where I can see sights that were unimaginable to me except for what I may have seen in pictures.  And one of my dreams is to write more…to write books.  I have many books down deep inside waiting for a voice, and a way to find the light of being published.

 

 

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And I have loftier dreams.  Dreams of a deeply found peace and love in the world.  Kindness first as a way to greet those we know and those we are just passing by.  Joy, health and bliss that come out of the dreams of others who dare to imagine they can find a cure or a better way.

 

I think it is good to hope.  But really it is most important to dream.  If we never dream, I fear we will be lost.  And just like these snowdrops pictured here that give us a hope that spring will finally follow winter, I am hoping that my dreams will find reality as I come out of my year of observing, discovering and just being.

 

 

Note:  Snowdrops mean hope in the Language of Flowers.

 

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I leave you with another thought about hope.  Feel free to download the photo and share.

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.