My niece, a transportation advocate in San Francisco, remarked that there are great visionary plans for Bay Area transportation, along with nitty get-mired-in-the-details plans…and in between gaping absence. Hmm, I thought, sounds like the Spark project.
Cosmic we have. The ever-evolving, multi-dimensional dance surging as the current coming of the christ on this precious planet; the surge raising awareness of our union with this place, and acceptance that it is in this union that the fulfillment we desire is available. Got it.
Weensy-nitty we have. Claiming our personal sparks of humanity, of christ. Supporting and encouraging others in claiming their personal sparks. Got it.
But the between? Because there surely is a between.
How do we live into it? How might we claim it? Perhaps spiders show a way.
I like to watch spiders. From a former prayer space, I could watch big spiders and little spiders and medium sized spiders sharing my two dormer windows with their big webs and little webs and medium-size webs, catching the insects attracted by the light of the lamp by my chair. Gathering what feeds them, sharing the space, their mutual purpose expressed in an intricate design.
Maybe through our relationship (whatever it may be) with the spark project we each spin our own-sized web to gather what feeds us, creating our unique design in the space between the cosmic and the personal. If such is the case, may we find our integrity with ourselves and our community of fellow weavers as we spin and weave. May we share our thoughts, our stories, and our experiences with our fellows, encouraging each other as we create a new texture of space. May we catch what feeds us as we join in weaving our webs of resilience and strength.
Another thought, if we are willing. Maybe we are being woven, brought to our true fulfillment and greatest usefulness through the wisdom of the dance-weaving Great Spider, even as we experience ourselves as weaving.
Perhaps, at my best, I am an instinct of the Great Spider, a simple instinct through which a bit of web is spun. That can be enough.
May it be resilient and strong and catch good food.