My Sacred Life - Day 9

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.
-Charlotte, "Charlotte's Web" (E.B. White)

I think Charlotte's Web helped me to appreciate the idea of inner beauty as a child and to not judge a book by it's cover. I loved the book and the movie, to this day, makes me weep, laugh and feel a hopefulness. The cycle of life - life, death, rebirth. I watch it from time to time when I need a boost.
Spiders, one of my totems, have always made me a bit uneasy... even with Charlotte! :) I've come quite a way from running away at the sight of them as a child to carefully relocating them out of the house when I see them. I've been told it's quite amusing to see me do this. I won't kill a spider... don't like killing anything for that matter... but with a bit of jumpiness, you can imagine a 250 pound grown man tiptoe around a tiny little creature with a coffee can... hoping beyond hope that the little arachnid won't jump on me. I have to laugh when I think about it.


The Friend Who Stands By

When troubles come your soul to try
You Love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there's nothing she can do
The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own
And paths the soul must tread alone.
Times when love can't smooth the road
Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend
Who will stand by until the end.
Whose sympathy through all endures
Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through
Although there's nothing she can do.
And so with fervent heart we cry
God Bless the friend who just stands by.
-Anonymous


Under the Ivy - Kate Bush

It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it
To tell you where we'll meet
This little girl inside me
Is retreating to her favourite place

Go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Under the leaves
Away from the party
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
(For me)

I sit here in the thunder
The green on the grey
I feel it all around me
And it's not easy for me
To give away a secret
It's not safe

But go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Under the leaves
Away from the party
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
(For me)

Go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Go under the leaves with me
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
I'll be waiting for you

It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it