The Seen and Unforeseen

 
I had just succeeded in shaking the world off, like a Pop! and started my journey alone up the mountain.  No one wanted to go with me, and I didn’t waste any time on the offer of such an adventure.  
 
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go.   I readied to get myself together.  I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey.  I was going to write a book.  And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl.  I didn’t know what it was about.    
 
 
I walked out on my porch one shining evening.  I thought it was as good a time or place as any to start my writing sitting on the porch swing.  The porch faced the west and overlooked a tributary of the Lake of the Ozarks. I had just moved there for the quietness of the woods, and the mossy breezes.  It was way above the banks, high on a hill, where I could catch the wind sweeping up from the river.    
 
As I sat down in the middle of the porch swing, I saw him.  It was the biggest spider I had ever witnessed.  His colors were glorious! He had spun a perfect circle right in front of me that obscured my view of the river.  He sat right in the center.  I sat there in awe of this magnificent creature; the yellow & black garden spider I witnessed.  My breath was taken. His eyes were crystals.  He was watching my hair flowing in the air rings, wanting to secure it, and dreaming of silk strings.  He saw me, I saw him. He was me; I was him – swinging back and forth with the wind.