WEAVING

LIVING IN BALANCE FROM THE HEART with JoAnne Dodgson

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SPRING EQUINOX CEREMONY

Saturday, March 20 • Abiquiu, NM

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WEAVING

A few years ago, I became enchanted with a spider who emerged every evening to weave an elaborate web. Intrigued by this gifted weaver and her natural artistry, I spent many sunsets watching her.  She initiated each weaving suspended upside down on a single thread. Swinging side-to-side in the air, she came to land on the tip of a leaf far below the rafters.  There she attached a long grounding cord to anchor her web to the earth.  She crawled back up the thread to build the intricate framework, stretching fibers out in all directions like the rays of the sun.  Returning to the center, she crawled around in small tight circles, then further outward, weaving a spiral. The glistening threads she made were sticky, the web’s geometry magnetic, all designed to attract and to hold what was nourishing for her.

One night, unable to sleep, I made my way through the dark house, irresistibly drawn outside by some mysterious calling. Wrapped up in a blanket, I rested in the hammock near the spider’s web.  I watched the long-legged weaver ride on the breezes that fluttered through her web.  So vividly aware, she quickly crawled to investigate anything that touched the fibers.  I feared and admired her attentive aliveness, her instincts and wildness, all of which compelled me to stay with her through the night.

When the sun began to rise, I was abruptly awakened out of my dreams. There at eye-level, right in front of my face, was the spider floating on the air on an invisible thread. How had this small silent creature so boisterously called me out from my sleep? The spider dangled there awhile making sure I’d awakened enough.  I wondered what it was she wanted me to see.

The spider crawled fluidly back up the thread and suddenly somersaulted, cartwheeling into her web. Glistening fibers broke apart. Delicate threads came undone. The elaborate spiral design imploded as the bottom half of the web collapsed in on itself. I watched with wide-eyed amazement as the spider deliberately dismantled the rest of her web, reaching all around with her multi-colored striped legs.

So intentfully, she unraveled her own weaving which apparently had completed the purpose for which it’d been made. With playful grace, she untangled all the old attachments. Then Spider crawled away into the rafters to rest among the wooden beams and peeling bark, waiting for the evening’s sunset, preparing for the weavings to come. She lived with unshakable clarity that she had what she needed to manifest what she wanted when the guidance from within and the rhythms of the earth indicated it was time.

Manaole U Manaole ~ from my heart to the heart of the mother earth to your heart,

JoAnne Dodgson

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