Crouching tiger, hidden spider, a scream when she’s revealed Eight hairy legs and bulbous body, which a teddy bear had concealed Get it Mum! Shouts everyone, as hysteria starts to take hold Improvised weapons hastily fashioned, magazines tightly rolled Mum calls for calm, pleas to disarm, projecting an aura of zen A spider, she said and sat down beside her, gasps from the kids and then Mum reached out her hand without flinching, forming it into a cup She coaxed the spider right into the palm and gently lifted her up Kids stared in awe, at what they saw, holding their mother in new esteem Surely she must be superwoman, to hold a spider like that and not scream Mum smiled as she safely deposited, the muse of their fear outside Told the children she had once been scared, ‘til she learned that she can decide She could live in fear, of what might appear, or she could fill her heart with trust See judgement at every corner, or believe the Universe is benign and just One of these worlds was dark and scary, filled with worry at every turn The other was a land of light and love, filled with so much to see and to learn Both worlds exist and the wonder, she told them, is that we all get to choose So choose love as your lens not fear, she bade them, I promise it’s a much better view.

Welcome to Sunday rhyme time. I hope you enjoyed this week’s offering.
The spiders are venturing indoors with the turning of the seasons here in the UK, but I’m looking at them in a new light after writing this rhyme.
I also took the opportunity to look into theories around why so many of us are scared of them, there’s a few posited: one is that it’s a throwback from days when most spiders were poisonous, another is that many of us have negative experiences of spiders as children (not to mention the cultural connotations in the West, anyone remember the movie arachnophobia?😬) and the final one is that we just don’t like the way they move, too unpredictable for us humans who like to be so sure of everything.
What’s your take on spiders? 🕷
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Poor spider…
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They get a bad rep
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They do… I got this ones back. Way back….. lol.
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😂
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I am a daddy longlegs
Delicately I dance
Dancing hurting no-one
WHACK!
Shit! Sadist…..
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Haha well those ones are hard to catch 😂
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Trying hard to be more accepting of spiders, but, basically if they’re inside my house they’re not welcome. I will do the whole cover it with a glass, slide a stiff sheet of paper under and throw it outside ,thing, with the fat,hairy ones , but the skinny spindly leg ones get annihilated by fly spray I’m afraid. Wouldn’t make a very good Buddhist !
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😂 It’s much easier to catch the big fat ones though isn’t it? The other ones kind of just blend into corners (probably why I have so many cobwebs in my house 🤔)
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