A mental health day spent by the water yielded a
grandmother’s tale. One of my books for lyrics was graced by a large, black
spider. By large I mean the size of a dime, and it looked something like this:
Beautiful. Scared the living snot out of me at first, but
she had something to say, and was willing to spin a web on my book AND my pen
to make her point. And so she danced for us, and I took down her tale as Eric
brought her melody to life.
"Sisters of water dance, brothers of fire sing. We are the
children of moonlight…"
I also finally found the stick for my art project. All in
all, a wonderful day spent with my love.
How beautiful. Lucky spider, to get Eric to do a song for her.
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