{"id":1222,"date":"2023-12-04T07:37:20","date_gmt":"2023-12-04T14:37:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/earthwalks.org\/?p=1222"},"modified":"2024-09-02T14:39:54","modified_gmt":"2024-09-02T20:39:54","slug":"grandmother-spiders-web","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/earthwalks.org\/?p=1222","title":{"rendered":"Grandmother Spider’s Web"},"content":{"rendered":"

We are the weavers, we are the web<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

We are the flow, we are the ebb<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 —Shekkinah Mountainwater<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

She hid herself as quickly as she could.\u00a0 The hulking figure was walking directly towards her and she knew what had happened to so many others of her family in a similar situation–a horrible death.\u00a0 Crouching in the shadows she waited for what was to come next. But in her wildest imagination, she could not have guessed what did<\/strong> come next.<\/p>\n

“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you. You can come out,” I said quietly as I gently knocked on the window frame where the spider had hidden when she saw me walking towards her.<\/p>\n

To tell the truth, I was lonely.\u00a0 Coming from a middle-class family, I was finding it hard to relate to the uber wealthy students at the University of Denver where I attended in 1971.\u00a0 They stepped out of their Lamborghinis with designer jeans that cost more due to the intentional holes in the knees. I stepped down from a used VW bus to get to my clerical work study job at the history department office.<\/p>\n

This particular night in my basement apartment I felt especially lonely. When I spied a spider on the wall near the window, I thought, \u201cMaybe here\u2019s someone I can talk with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Little did I know how right I was.<\/p>\n

As I walked towards the spider, she saw me too and quickly retreated under the window frame, fearing the worst.\u00a0 Many people smash spiders when they are in their home, maybe out of fear of the unfamiliar, unknown\u2014the \u201cother.\u201d\u00a0 With some, their fear gets out of hand and they feel uneasy in any area they believe could harbor spiders or might have a web.\u00a0 Some people scream, cry, have emotional outbursts, experience trouble breathing or go into panic attacks.\u00a0 We’re talking extreme arachnophobia, and in some cases, even a realistic picture or drawing of a spider can trigger intense anxiety.<\/p>\n

“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you,” I repeated to my little hidden arachnid.<\/p>\n

Well, if I haven\u2019t lost you at this point, perhaps you\u2019ll believe what happened next:\u00a0 First one little leg emerged, then another and another until she was fully out on the wall.\u00a0 \u201cHungry,\u201d came to my mind.\u00a0 I searched the nearly empty college student fridge, brought back yoghurt and put a drop of it on the wall\u2014which the spider moved up to and ate.\u00a0 A few days later, she traveled on.<\/p>\n

I traveled on, too, was drafted out of graduate school into the Army during the latter days of the Vietnam War, went back to Denver after my discharge, entered graduate school at the University of Colorado and eventually moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico from Boulder.\u00a0 One day, in 1980 in the Chupadero Valley north of Santa Fe where I was living, I felt I was being watched while showering.\u00a0 Looking up, I noticed a black spider had come out of the plumbing. I wasn’t too concerned as she was busy working on her web and enjoying a bit of steam bath at the same time. This went on for months until spring solstice 1981 when I sadly found her lifeless body belly up on the shower floor.\u00a0 And as I suspected, there was an orange hourglass on that belly. A Black Widow spider.<\/p>\n

Spiders kept showing up around me. In 1984 at the Hopi Mesas of Arizona I was helping guide a tour for the Wheelwright Museum of Santa Fe as the new director of public information.\u00a0 Waiting for the tour group to assemble after breakfast one cold and breezy morning, I took a short walk to the edge of the mesa.\u00a0 Here I was 300 feet above the desert floor on a dry wind-swept mesa but from somewhere I heard a small drip of water.\u00a0\u00a0 I gazed out at the valley below and the sacred San Francisco peaks in the distance.\u00a0 It was a profound moment that I expressed in these words, called “Over the Hill”:<\/p>\n

Insistently,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0the wind pushed me<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0over the rock ledge<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0and down to the lair of Grandmother Spider<\/em><\/p>\n

Water dripped like<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 grains of sand,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 like time itself into<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0the pool of time again.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Here, where sky meets<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 earth,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Man met something<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 not quite understood.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

In the mystery,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 in the majesty,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 where stones speak<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 words unutterable,<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

A breath,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 a new beginning,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0a step into the unknown.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

“You’ve been over the hill,”<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 He said, his suglassed<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 eyes narrowing in scope,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 wide with knowing.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

“Yes,” I said.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 “I have.”<\/em><\/p>\n

As the museum tour progressed, I noticed homes with a black spider painted over doors and later learned about Grandmother Spider who stories say wove the web of Creation for First Man and First Woman.\u00a0 I learned that some Indigenous Americans thought the spider protected against danger from natural phenomena.<\/p>\n

In Hindu mythology, the little arachnid represented the weaver of magic and destiny.\u00a0 Egyptians saw her as an attribute of Neith, a creator of the world and to the Romans she was as omen of good luck.\u00a0 But when it came to Christianity, both spider and snake didn\u2019t fare so well, as they represented the Devil ensnaring sinners.\u00a0 No matter the view, it was a lot of responsibility for such a small creature.<\/p>\n

Small but powerful.\u00a0 Spider silk is stronger than steel and tougher than Kevlar pound for pound. Their web is one of the most dramatic examples of perfect geometry in the natural world and such a successful invention that it has remained essentially unchanged for 140 million years.\u00a0 Recent research has shown that the webs actually strengthen after<\/em> they are slightly damaged. According to scientists, spiders are antisocial arachnids who want to be left alone.\u00a0 Maybe so, but the spiders I kept meeting were friendly, even helpful.<\/p>\n

In May 1986, I found myself resting upon a pink granite boulder above the Randall Davey Audubon Center in the upper Santa Fe canyon area. I was quiet, enjoying a meditative moment. As I looked down at the trickle of water flowing below, I saw something next to it that looked like a stone, but not quite.\u00a0 Curious, I climbed off the boulder for a closer look and discovered it was a weathered turtle shell. What are the chances of that in this area I wondered to myself. As I approached, spiders on either side of the shell seem to be guarding it, even offering it to me. They withdrew as I got closer.\u00a0 Astonished at what was happening, I accepted the shell as a gift and later it became the receptacle for the pennies I use with the Chinese I Ching system of divination.<\/p>\n

Grandmother Spider kept weaving my story web ever larger.\u00a0 Nearly 20 years later in February 1997, I was fortunate to witness the Snake Ceremonies at Hopi Second Mesa. I also visited the home and studio of artist Ross Joseyesva Jr. who had served as a guide for an Institute of Noetic Sciences group I led in the Southwest a number of years before.<\/p>\n

I was seeking a new watch band made by a local Southwestern artist, and I stopped in to say hello and see Ross’ jewelry work.\u00a0 After a pleasant catch-up conversation, we went to the studio and looked through his portfolio.\u00a0 As he turned a page, I spotted a design with spider.<\/p>\n

“That’s the one,” I exclaimed, and began to relate my spider tales. He listened quietly and then said, \u201cYou are a friend of the spider.\u00a0 I\u2019ll put the friendship sign on the design.\u201d\u00a0 It just so happened that Ross’ studio was within sight of a shrine for the Spider Klan. I ordered the watchband without making a deposit or pre-payment.<\/p>\n

Weeks went by and the watch band went to the back of my mind as I got busy planning an Earth Walks overnight event at the home and weaving studio of Max Cordova in the Truchas foothills above Chimayo north of Santa Fe.\u00a0 The Cordova studio and residence sits on a spectacular finger of high-country land overlooking the village of Cordova and a wide circle of sky, mountain ranges and the Rio Grande Valley.<\/p>\n

It was summer solstice, June 21, 1997 and full moon, an auspicious convergence. Participants included Max and his family, 77-year-old curandera (healer) May Delgado and other elders from the area who dropped by to visit as well as a five-year-old boy named James who was wise beyond his years. And it seemed to me that Grandmother Spider showed up as well.<\/p>\n

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James and Gary at Earth Walks in Truchas, NM<\/p><\/div>\n

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As the group gathered, little James stood tall atop a green plastic chair facing the immensity of desert and mountains to the west.\u00a0 In his hands, stones were speaking through him to us, this weekend gathering of our Earth Walks vecinos<\/em>–compadres y comadres, tios y tias–friends and family new and old.<\/p>\n

James held a small stone in his young hands. \u201cNow pass this stone from person to person,” James instructed.\u00a0 Stone passed, hearts opened, the breeze blew and the earth turned a bit more in its dance on this our second Earth Walks for people living with HIV, their care givers, friends and family.\u00a0\u00a0 We camped out on the land, full moon sailing silently over the majestic Truchas peaks, some still white with winter snow, silently standing sentinel above us.\u00a0<\/sub><\/p>\n

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At the loom during Truchas, NM EarthWalks<\/p><\/div>\n

“Just do the weaving and don’t think about it much,” Max advised, when the next day we all tried our hand at his looms, looms that over the years had created an abundance of beautiful tapestries.\u00a0 As I began to run the shuttle, mental distractions and random thoughts cris-crossed my mind.\u00a0 My shuttle got tangled in the threads like a fly in a web, and like the fly, my mind got tangled up too.<\/p>\n

“Just keep it simple,” I told myself as I finally extracted the shuttle from the threads.\u00a0 This was a lot like other times in my life, trying to do too much in too little time. It seemed as if Grandmother Spider was telling me to slow down, have some patience and get my conscious mind out of the way of the creation.\u00a0 And I did.\u00a0 At least a little, enough to see some of what Max was talking about.<\/p>\n

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Hopi watchband with spider and friendship symbol<\/p><\/div>\n

It didn’t dawn on me until 2017 while writing this story that there was an amazing pattern weaving itself all around me during the Earth Walks, like a spider web of balance and beauty. Just the day before our visit to the weaving studio in Truchas, my spider watch band arrived in the mail from Ross.\u00a0 Fortuitous timing, on a full moon summer solstice. \u00a0I hadn’t made any payment to Ross. He simply sent it when it was finished in an act of trust and friendship.\u00a0<\/sub><\/p>\n

That act of trust spiraled back 40 years to the trust a spider at the window and I had one lonely night during graduate school.\u00a0\u00a0 All my web of relationships with spiders over the years has woven sacred strands of kinship between me and the natural world.\u00a0 I know now without a doubt if I get into a basement of loneliness again, I\u2019ll be sure to have yoghurt on hand and look for one of God\u2019s little eight-legged children.<\/p>\n

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