A single strand of spider’s web was strung across my porch this morning. I would never have seen it if the sun hadn’t caught it just right. How in the world could one tiny spider have strung that slender thread, eight feet or more over open space? Was he saying “See what I can do and you can’t?” Or was he saying “See what can be done?”
The truth is, he wasn't saying anything, has no knowledge of me, was just living his life in the world. It’s not all about me. I keep forgetting that.
But see what can be done.
I keep forgetting that too.