Along Came a Spider

Spiders have been plentiful in this little world of mine lately. Yes, it's because it's finally spring and the winter is finally, finally, finally finished (it's 89.5 degrees as I type).

Long ago I looked up the meaning of a spider's being in one's world:

A spider totem teaches you balance --between past and future, physical and spirit, male and female. She is strength and gentleness combined. She awakens creative sensibilities and reminds you that the past is always interwoven with the future. Tarantulas (and all spiders) are the keepers of the primordial alphabet and can teach you how to write creatively. Her body is shaped like the number 8 and she has 8 legs, which is symbol of infinite possibilities of creation. Her 8 legs represent the 4 winds of change and the four directions of the medicine wheel. Spider's message is that you are an infinite being who will continue to weave patterns of life and living throughout time. Do not fail to see the eternal plan of creation. Those who weave magic with the written word usually have this totem.

The last line is not lost on me, and is always the one I recall when one crawls near.

It's not for lack of writing that I haven't. It's not for lack of stories. It's not for lack of words. It's simply a problem of supply and demand. Limited supply of time or energy, and high demand for it.

Perhaps I need to take more cue from these little creatures walking into my world more and more these last few weeks as the snow finally stops flittering. Each one tells me to keep a notebook near to jot down a thought or line as it enters in, instead of thinking to myself, "I must remember that!" and then promptly forgetting. Whispering, "talk to text a new note!" Don't simply let them come and do nothing with them.

Perhaps...