Hidden amid the leaves of the tree, a web. Invisible from outside the tree, invisible without dew to adorn it. To the Native American, Grandmother Spider brought magic and creativity to the People, and taught them to weave their own destinies. I’m grateful to have encountered this bejeweled web today, mostly for its message to trust subtle perceptions and the activity and events that occur beneath the surface. Spiders don’t get caught in their own webs. Only the threads they weave around the circumference are sticky; the spokes are not. What a marvelous message to trust what moves directly from the center, from our authentic selves.