as with so many days over the last nine moons, i find myself with grandmother spider in the cave of wisdom gestating in earthmother’s womb as she weaves the web of our wandering star creating a beautiful tapestry…

as the native american story goes, grandmother leaves the weaving to go and stir the pot of nature seeds and in the interlude, her dog comes over and starts pulling a thread unraveling the beautiful web… ah yes, the great unraveling, mutation, chaos cycle…

we each have so much to learn from grandmother in our time of sheltering-in in the cave of wisdom… what does she do in response to the unraveling? throw up her hands and rail at the gods? she picks up a thread and begins weaving an even more beautiful world…

and so we are called as well, in this crisis, in this moment of danger and great opportunity to pick up our thread, what is ours to weave for the good of the whole… out of chaos comes creation, yes, takes chaos to give birth to dancing stars…

take heart, beloveds and follow your thread becoming one with it, being a rainbow thread of luminosity in the web of great mystery…