There is a spider living on the outside high window sill in my writing nook. I felt so much love for it today.
He comes out at dusk every evening, putters around making repairs and then hangs in wait. He looks well fed. I hope it’s a successful night for him. I feel like he’s protecting me and the house from bugs. I greatly enjoy that feeling of protection from the animal kingdom.
I once lived in a shed sized cabin in the woods for 8 weeks.
I had a bunk bed and a wood stove- it was incredibly romantic for me, doing forestry homework by lantern light, my fingers tracing trails on dusty maps. In that cabin, I had a spider companion as well. He looked like a mini, gray tarantula. I called him Wolfgang. He had a little hidey hole well away from me. I would watch him stalk and pounce on resting flies. Sometimes, I’d scream, startled. He was just so damn quick!
The sparrows playing in the backyard. Last night’s midnight run with our friends’ papillon chihuaha cross.
Animals are so connected to the living ecstasy of the universe.
Their sense of enjoyment in their creaturehood and zeal for life is a great template.
Today was a good one.
I told my therapist about my tiger mom.