This spider. She comes back every dusk and starts her process. Setting support strands and making sure she's in a good spot for the night. Then. She weaves. I've formed a bond with her. I think about catching flies to put in her web for her, for all her hard work. Weaving in the wind. As if the wind is just coming to caress her and tell her to keep going.

Keep weaving your magic, little one.

I am here, listening. Open to receive your knowledge and learn from you.

Only love,

Katelyn