This little spider belongs in the garden. I found her in a bowl of raspberries and pink clover that I was sorting through in the kitchen. She was so upset with her circumstances that she popped out two white eggs the size of seed beads that surprised me so much I forgot to take the picture. Eventually she unravelled herself, but didn't seem to know where to go, so I set her on a blade of lemongrass and sailed it down to a bed of thyme. If that isn't a metaphor for what I've been going through I don't know what is.
So in light of that, may I say that anytime we find ourselves all bunched up and run out of creative responses, let's get ourselves back to the garden - or to put it less figuratively - back where we belong.
2 comments:
Very inspirational!
Thank-you Elise. As you are to me.
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