13 aug 06

Greetings,

It's predawn, clean cool air, blue skies with traces of orange. Going to be hotter than a streetwalker in Gong Bei near Macau plying her trade in a halter top at high noon.

On my desk is a Bonsai type plant with gnarling root structure, splendid green leaves and barely decipherable new shoots. The soil displays a spiral sea shell, a rough gray speckled rock from Andalucian Sierra mountains and a small brown pine cone.

The plant has a part-time resident, a little greenish-mauve arachnid. Small head, long legs. It actually lives somewhere else and visits the plant. I've seen it twice. It shoots out a web string, attaches itself and creates a little magic. Then, it slides away and disappears behind the desk.

Well, today, something amazing happened. I'm sitting here doing my work and watching the spider when suddenly, I felt a slight sensation on my left shoulder. It'd zapped me with a thin web strand, (a form of spider blog?) scurried across, secured the connection and returned to a leaf.

I was paralyzed with fear and delight. Fear because as I shifted, the strand played in the wind. I didn't want to sever it by quick movements so remained still. It went about it's work.

Delight due to the sensation. We spoke in SpiderSpeak having this ability from extensive travel, intensive study and natural inclination.

"I don't understand your intention Sir Spidey. Let's assume, for the sake of science and friendship it's a simple direct way of greeting, this strand of yours."

"Yes, it is. I enjoy your plant. It's an excellent location for me to create beauty. And I trust you."

"I trust you also," I replied in SpiderSpeak.

It weaved around, through leaves, played out away from the Bonsai and vanished.

Spiders are unique little creatures.

Peace.