Of Webs and Weaving

Through the web we become immortal Living forever in the fabric The threads of our lives Woven into every strand

These threads are for healing through the remembrance of beauty

We don't realise that we are existing on a web where all things are connected until we are bitten by the spider. It hurts but we need not be afraid of this good medicine for the soul.

To learn the language of the web is to become one who travels through time and through space. One who walks across the sky and trips along the starry highway.

The threads of the web are, as the words themselves, things of extraordinary and delicate beauty.

There is a magical enchanted island not so very far from here. And in this place the other world is but a breath away. I go there often. It is where I learned to weave, though I did not realise this at the time.

All those who have gone before me and committed their heart’s truth to the web have given me threads with which I may weave my own fortune. Were it not for them and for their words, I would have no means by which to navigate myself through the darkness of the void.