Because I am human, I am an imperfect lens through which the light of Creation shines. My weavings are inevitably distortions of the indescribable beauty I feel inside. To become enamored of them is to attach to the distortion. To love without attachment is to honor the creative force embodied within them. To let go is to acknowledge the abundance from which they sprang and from which sufficiently more will arise to take their place.
Spider shows me that much of this world can interfere with my weaving; Substances, such as drugs and even caffeine, cause orb spiders to create distorted and dysfunctional webs. My addictions, lack of self-care, ego, and character defects distort what I intend to manifest in the world. Several species of poisonous spiders, such as the brown recluse and black widow, weave "disorganized webs", as if the poison that is their survival mechanism is reflected in their self-created environment.
Self Reflection: Where in my life do I need to destroy old patterns that I might create new ones? Am I willing to do what is needed to answer my hearts call? If not, am I willing to seek guidance and support so I can learn to express the beauty of what waits to be woven inside me?