Weaving (A Spider Hard at Work)

A master weaver busy at her task. Sometimes in life it's important to take a closer look at things that may normally be unnoticed and unappreciated. To not look past the small, the mundane, or the seemingly uninteresting. This is such a look. In the words of Walt Whitman: A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Like what you see? Interested in more? By all means please check out the following places: https://www.patreon.com/rachaelpadilla https://www.instagram.com/padilla.rachael/ https://twitter.com/1RachaelPadilla https://www.rachaelpadilla.com/ To donate and support a living artist you can go to: PayPal.Me/rachaelpadilla