The Spider

This morning I spent some time going through a lot of my papers - a continuation of all the clearing up and moving around I did yesterday.  I came across this picture I created in 2003 of the spider that healed my broken heart.  When Shantam died I felt as if someone had plunged a sword into my heart and that it would never heal.  

Some time later I had this very strong image of a little spider - one of many that I saw in Buddha Garden - coming and spinning a web and sewing up my heart.

It did help me feel better and as I looked at the picture this morning I remembered those times and felt very warm towards that spider and all the other spiders that I still see in Buddha Garden.