Nature's Place

Mother … Again

… and again.

Up close, without the personal … this spider doesn’t rationalise or emotionalise her situation. She is … the act of sitting. Knowing …

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Sitting in expectation, without a thought, as instinct informs her being something will come to this also active living flower.

Infinite variations in posture, in readiness for that something when it comes. An almost meditative occupation, why not … instinctively.

‘What’s that I see above me, come into my arms, let me show you the way of spider dear. A one way exercise, have no fear.’

Oops! No crack in this hard shelled ladybug, to slip in a pointed lesson in survival, not yours. And ladybug went on her way.

No mercy for the unwary though. She came for food for the hive and became food for the spider. Such is life to one, death to another.

And flies do join the banquet, never far from a feast. No more than providing for young yet … to be … you might think her a beast.

Being dead, no good for a bee. Or is death something else than a little body bent to spider queen. Coup de grâce complete.

and again.

She stayed the life of the flower, then moved on to the next one. Pretty soon she was in food again, the more abundant honey bee attending.

I helper her along, so she didn’t have to move far, or rely on wind for direction – casting a thread to the currents is how she travels.

She will probably stay on this one for a while, it having multiple heads still to open. Then the butterfly bush should be in bloom.

We’ll see, nothing is sure but the rising and setting of the sun, as long as there is witness to it.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look

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