I wonder if our minds are like spiderwebs. We’ve been seeing spiderwebs everywhere this year. When we are out in the woods, walking around the neighborhood, at home, they keep catching your eye or mine. They’re tricky little bastards. You could walk past one the size of your face and not see it if the light doesn’t hit it just right.

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Perhaps we’ve slowed enough this year to notice them more. Our gait steady and deliberate. You notice them out of the corner of your eye and point them out to me. We crouch or peer up into the boughs of the trees to catch a better glimpse. We marvel at their intricate beauty.

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Some of them are not beautiful. The spiders that have moved into the gazebo build large nets of death to catch the other insects trapped in the netting. The spiders themselves are large and ominous looking. I’ve tried to chase them away on more than one occassion but they continue to move back in and rebuild their nets.

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Strong. Delicate at first glance. Translucent. Beautiful covered in morning dew. Resilent against the winds and rain of Mother Nature.

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Spiderwebs.

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Our minds.

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They are built beautifully, intricately, detailed. They are built to withstand a storm. They are fashioned in such a way that when the downpour of rain occurs one spider can rebuild to its full glory.

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When the weather of life hits hard and destroys we hold out hope for a rebuild. For a new and beautiful life. It’s possible. It has to be possible. It’s the human persistence to never let go of hope.