Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

No place like home

The rain came down but spared this home. A fellow creature
sheltered under a leaf.
A gentle breeze travelled through and the web sought to dry.
Raindrops glistened as diamonds do; a necklace rarely found.

I'm not so fond of spider webs, nor hairy little creatures.
My eyes did wonder all around in case the friend came home.
Spin today and spawn tomorrow; those little souls live fast.

They've learned to live and take what comes; it's fascinates my mind.
No matter where they go; no matter where I am; there's no place like home.
Time to leave as I see you watching and waiting to crawl upon your web.


  1. Ah yes, it's amazing what you can find on the World Wide Web :)

  2. Hi Dixie!
    Wow this was great in every way!
    Love the photograph ~ it really caught my eye!
    Your tale of the web is so well done ~ and YES, there's no place like home!
    As a funny little side note, I have sometimes left those webs alone for quite some time especially if I know that the spider is busy at work catching the smaller bugs! Sharing a "home" is just fine sometimes :o)
    Happy Weekend to you ♥

  3. Dear Dixie,
    Love your little poem, although I must say that I suffer from quite a severe case of arachnaphobia!
    Despite all that, I can concur that there is indeed no place like home.
    Yours with Very Best Wishes,

  4. Gary, your visit and comment are much appreciated. Thank you :)

  5. Maria,
    This is one of those times when I feel like saying: "You should have seen the ONE that got away."

    I took a photo showing the yellow spider sitting under a leaf. The camera decided the batteries were dead.

    You'd love my photos of the writing spider that I had several years ago!! A remarkable creature.

    Blessings & happy weekend!

  6. Thanks, David, I often carry a mini recorder to note my thoughts. Why? Because I get somewhat scattered, and forget my own story line.

    This scary little creature might as well have been 3m high. They terrify me, but awe me , in the quickness of their movement and rebuild.

    Or maybe... the place where home resides in right there in my heart. Okay I'm rambling... thanks,


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