Freedom On A Thread

(Updated June 18, 2023)

Kindred Spirits Hanging on a Thread

                                                                              by:  Marie Jarreau  11/6/10

Under the early morning spell of a November dawn, a tiny gray spider fell gracefully and slow from a branch’s edge.
Suspended by its shiny, single strand of web-thread it floated briefly against a wall of chilled morning fog. A pleasant sight. I watched - wrapped in a woven woolen shawl, sipping warmth from my cup of ginger tea.
The spider’s abject freedom brought a feeling of kinship to my soul. The little agile creature could descend, or climb, pause, spin or sway in the gentle breeze that fed the fog - as it chose - and it did.
At the same time, I could sit – sipping from the comfort of my window, breathe deeply of the morning air, stroll out into the foggy day, or go out and dance a solitary jig beneath the  apple blossoms  - as I chose - and so I did.
For a brief intimate moment in time; there we were – kindred spirits, the wispy little spider and I, hanging on the thread of fragile freedom.