Spiders on the farm.

A spider’s web is meant to entrap its prey. Crooks also spin webs to snarl others to bring about their downfall.

Spiders weave some beautiful webs and no two are alike as we know.No matter how many times us humans knock them down the spiders rebuild them again.The same could be said about a relationship between two people that love the other. The webbing that holds them and the spider webs together is only as strong as the time put into it.

There is nothing more breathtaking than that of a spider’s web, glistening in the sun after a rain.

Dreams often comes in different sizes. Some dreams in big and some dreams in small. But whatever we dream about, it troubles us. confuses us. and sometimes we are scared.

This is a simple heartfelt poem of the paths life takes us on, and how we can choose to embrace them.

My first sample of exploration through postmodernist expression.

Finding beauty in a spiderweb.

A fantasy about the ultimate destiny of spiders.

A spirit-healer helping a lost soul to move on…