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White Spiders and Black Spiders

November 7th, 2007 by martha mims · 1 Comment

harmless or killers
pretty or ugly
spinners or swingers
big or small

tricksters and gods
older than christmas
weaving past present
and future

white or black
red or brown
they’re all eights.

they’re all spiders.

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Tags: Columns · Letter from the Editor · vol 02 issue 44

1 response so far ↓

  • 1 susan // Sep 5, 2008 at 9:22 pm

    I live in a small town town on the ocean. People
    have said it is a mystical space. A white spider was on the windshield yesterday while driving my son’s car.
    My son, in the Airforce, has been diagnosed with
    ALS.
    I have been given information by ALS support groups, Buddhists, Christians,Native Americans and Shamen. I call my higher power The Force, because when my son was small I used to say, May the force be with you.
    I have been having many experiences which are highly unusual, ladybugs encased in my front hall, the door was locked. Hummingbirds have been coming into my house. I find myself using
    a Tibetian singing bell, a great earth ball rolling around my art studio, finding a book of Native American chants which had slipped behind the shelf. Yesterday a white spider was on the windshield of my car…and many other miracles.
    In the morning I light candles, say a short Jewish prayer, a Buddhist chane and Mary Mother of God protect us in our hour of need. Then I read from a prayer list for people who really need prayers.
    In the afternoon I light incence to call my Native American brothers to me.
    In the evening I call the wolves.
    The stories are all true and I have truly enjoyed
    finding your website and I will call you, if I may. After listening to your story, I am the white spider in your story. Oh yes, I keep getting tangled in thin threads.

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