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Archive for October 11th, 2009

Much feared and so often maligned, the spiders are all American in spirit. They have tenacity and boldness and extraordinary dexterity. Watching them keep up a web is a quite remarkable sight.

We have one very large, healthy specimen outside the front door to our home. It spins long and hard and creates a complex web designed artfully to snare insects of lesser vigilance. One has to marvel at the delicate filamentary tendrils. Like very fragile guitar strings, they vibrate when plucked and signal a meal in waiting. Everything moves with precision and the spider works tirelessly to repair damaged parts of the web while securing the day’s catch.

Our door-front spider is on my mind today as I consider the unsung labors and remarkable architectures he has designed and executed. With efficiency and speed, unlike human construction projects, this arachnid gets it done without cutting corners, and takes pains to keep the web fully functional.

In a similar fashion, our lives are all about casting out a wide web. The wider we cast our web, the more we learn, and the more opportunity we have to uncover for ourselves untapped potential for influence and positive presence in the world. Unlike the spider, our “stick-to-it-iveness” and resilience are sometimes undermined by negative thoughts, demoralization, depressive outlooks and worry.

The industrious spider is a teacher of continuous practical hope and continuous improvement. A positive realist worthy of Ayn Rand’s respect, the spider makes fools of the unwary who fail to look out where they are going, as well as those who waste time bogged down in worry or getting stuck in cynical reasoning that leads to paralysis or just nervous  flailing about without any purpose or benefit.

I find the spider a great teacher of the way of practical optimism, hard work, resiliency, and positive expectation. So long as we put ourselves out there and build a web that brings in as much of world experience as possible, we will discover that our well is bottomless with ever greater depths to explore.
The Beloved is at work in the spider, showing us how to live in the midst of adversity, challenge, change, and through times of both plenty and privation.

Behold the spiders and how they spin. They make clear the wisdom of the parable of the talents.

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It’s Sunday.

The morning is bright, the air clean and inviting, and the house quiet save for the calls of our many parrots. I make my usual run to the local bagel shop and get there just in time for some that are freshly hatched, a few cups of coffee, and OJ. Back at home, we eat and talk of interests and challenges while enjoying the bagels: a leaky shower head that needs fixing, and recent movies that we’ve seen and enjoyed.

I share my thoughts on the remake of the 1960’s sci- fi movie, “The Day the Earth Stood Still” with Keanu Reeves that I recently saw on a long flight, and we talked about the plot. [The 60’s version, by the way, was so much better.] The man from space, Klatu, gives humanity an ultimatum: make peace or perish. Mankind has become a suspect species in the Cosmos owing to its violent tendencies.

We talked about the unique willful violence of man, alone among animals in claiming this dubious distinction. I retell the story of how parrots cannot sustain the word goodbye. They say “hello”  incessantly but never goodbye. Like Ciao, an Italian word of greeting on both arrival and departure, “hello” places emphasis on always being connected.

An easy, simple, thoughtful morning in early October to love and be loved, and to luxuriate in some  genuinely relaxed time in each other’s company. It doesn’t get much better.

May this day of rest be truly that for you.

Hello ! & Happy Sunday.

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My wife loves craft fairs and is herself a very capable craftsperson with that rare talent to take ordinary things and make them look very grand. She has created many fine pieces of jewelry (necklaces and earings) and all kinds of Holiday items over the years.

As I write this, I am, as I have been so many times, waiting in the car as she explores the wares at a local festival. Countless times I have done the same, not wanting to impede her movement nor her enthusiasm. As I await her return once again, after a quick nap, I find myself wondering about the spiritual dimensions of all this waiting.

I just sit. Maybe I play Pandora on my phone and listen to a little classical music, or perhaps I catch up on a book. But today, I am just sitting: watching dusk come over the day as the Sun drops lower in the Western sky, and I delight at the play of cloud shapes, some dark and hinting of rain with other higher ones seemingly contradicting the lower-lying rain makers. The chill in the air makes it  just slightly too cool for short sleeve shirts and the area is bustling with traffic and craft seekers.

What good is there in all this sitting, all this waiting?

Well, it does no particular good at all and it does nothing particularly bad either, and that’s the beauty of it. It’s blissfully nothing special, totally ordinary. I rest here breathing quietly, without worry or concern, happy that my partner  has a consuming passion, and glad for a few moments with nothing whatsoever to do. I watch the leaves as they betray the march of Fall with the first shifting shades of color. The high cirrus clouds move gracefully by unaffected by all the activity here on the ground.

I have time to kill, time to just sit and watch from the perspective of the clouds all the frenetic action going on here on the ground:  A moment of timelessness. For just a little while, I need not reference time’s passing and the self-imposed pace of vocation, avocation, travel, or consumption.

Enjoy some wasted time, a brief investment in just being, without thought of next steps, goals, or purpose. When finished doing so, you might just feel as I do: a lot Lighter!

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