Do you ever feel like there's something that seems to be there, no matter where you turn? Perhaps it's an idea, an aspiration, a person? I have spent the last week surrounded by spiders. When we were driving back from the beach, a big, thick, scary spider crawled right across my windshield-- on the inside of my car. I got it, but it was one of those spiders that takes effort to kill. Then, yesterday, at my parents' house, I took my sunglasses off, and bam, another large spider landed on the floor. Was it there on my head? On my glasses?
It has become creepy-- the amount of spiders that have been flocking towards me by some sort of strange magnetism. Around the children, inside, outside. Why on earth are all of these spiders around? Have they always been here, and I've just failed to notice them?
I am definitely one to believe that the sacred is present in the mundane-- that God works through ordinary things like nature, food, people. Wasn't it a serpent that led humankind to sin? Wasn't it a burning bush that heralded God's presence to Moses? Wasn't it bread that Jesus chose to turn into his body? Ordinary, mundane, day-to-day sorts of things.
So why all of these spiders? A brief search on animal symbolism shows that spiders can symbolize the "Master Weaver, Weaver of the Web of Fate, Wisdom, Creativity, Divine Inspiration, Shapeshifting, Understanding the Patterns of Illusion, Female Energy for the Creative Force of Life, Creative, Connecting the Past with the Future, Creating Possibilities, Weaver of the Primordial Alphabet." Who knew that spiders were such potent symbolic beings? And what does all that mean? Does it mean anything?
Am I the only one out there who looks for meaning in these silly day-to-day things? Where are you finding meaning?