Meditation On Fern River
It is morning in the Santa Cruz hills and I am sitting by the Fern river, meditating in the mist by the water’s edge. I am joined by a tiny, striped black and yellow orbweaver spider, who, minding her own business, crept onto my boulder seat and meditated beside me peaceably for an hour. Her kind are fittingly called "writing spiders" because of the white zigzags in their beautiful webs. Beautiful creature, beautiful place. I hope the lovely rushing of the water comes through to you as beautifully as it is caressing my mind today…Namasté
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