Sitting on My Tuffet
Every great once in a while there comes a time when I’m able to find balance in life. When issues of the past, present, and future gently converge into place, and genuine contentment is rediscovered. The trials of the day don’t appear anywhere near as grand, and true meaning is found in all things. It is in such times where I’m able to find peace and happiness with the universe, as joy grows deep within the marrow of my bones and seeps through every pore.
And then along comes a spider, who wants nothing more than to stick a toe in my curds and weigh of tranquilty. In earlier times, my knee-jerk reaction to such a spider often led me into a web of conflict, but such a response is a losing battle. Later in life, I often sought resolution with the spider, but such predatory beasts have no taste for harmony.
Spiders are such envious and unhappy creatures. They are trapped within their own misery, seeking prey to tangle in their trivial conflict and drama. Yet despite the spider’s strength within the web, and the promise of it’s vengeful bite, such a spider cannot hurt me unless I allow it to. Eventually, someone will stomp the spider underfoot, but it will not be me. Instead, I choose to flick it away from my thoughts, as spiders are inconsequential.