The Invisible Web

I was challenged to tell a story based on a photograph of a spider. I made several attempts to do so, but I kept being interrupted by my internet connection disconnecting itself.

That’s not an unusual occurrence. My attachment to the web is tenuous, and the strand breaks easily. It reattaches and detaches on a regular basis. The disconnection often only lasts for a couple of seconds.

Usually I ignore it. Pick up the thread again and continue weaving my way along it. But sometimes it makes itself harder to ignore. It wants to be noticed. It has a message for me:

Stop what you’re doing. Pause to consider this – Are you really connected to what you’re writing or are you disconnected from it and just writing for the sake of writing something.

“Just as the spider weaves a web, so too must we weave our own lives. The spider symbol meaning here serves as a reminder that our choices construct our lives. When the spider appears to us, it is a message to be mindful of the choices we are making.”

– Avia Venefica, What’s Your Sign: Spider Symbol Meaning

Writing a post is a conversation. A verbal entry in a log on the webโ€ฆ a droplet of dew on the filament of a spider’s matrix, glistening orbs made of words strung together like a necklace.

That conversation takes place first and foremost between the writer and the thoughts within them. Before the silk can be spun into a web, the essence of it must be created inside of the spider.

If you’re not interested in what you’re saying… why should anyone else be interested in it. If you’re not listening to yourself talking… why should anyone else listen to what you’re saying.

If your web tale is woven from a place of detachment, dispassion, disinterest in your own weaving of words, thoughts, ideas, and story, then it will not stick, the strands will be weak and break easily.

If you are not caught up in the web you’re spinning… why would anyone else get caught up in it.

Words, whether spoken or written, are not just words, they’re vessels which carry the essence of being of the speaker of those words. They’re sounds infused with the heart, soul, mind of the person using them, vibrating with the energy within them.

They can whisper, hum, sing, shout, laugh, cry, scream, and howl at the Moon.

They can also be hollow, brittle, empty… if you put nothing in them, if they mean nothing to you, if they’re just words used to fill a void, then there is nothing there to nourish the writer or reader, they’ll vanish without leaving a trace.

You may think you sound cool, but your coolness will leave others cold, and you’ll end up feeling frozen out by them and frozen in by yourself.

“Our minds are capable of weaving any kind of web we can conceive. Starting from within, using our own faculties such as our mind, heart, feelings, emotionsโ€ฆwe weave webs. The question is, what kinds of webs are we weaving with our thoughts and emotions? Are we weaving webs of joy, or fear? Love or hate? Success or failure?”

– Avia Venefica, What’s Your Sign: Law of Attraction and Spider Symbolism

Write with passion.

Write with love or hate, joy or misery, laughter or tears, excitement or fury, fear or courage, desire, madness, messiness of being, let it all out.

Talk with yourself, and talk back to yourself, fall in love with yourself, scream at yourself, laugh with yourself, be the muse and the one wrapped up in the musings inspired by the muse.

Have fun with your words, get caught up in the flow of your conversation… then it won’t matter if no one else reads it, because you read it while writing and had an interesting conversation with yourself.

If and when others join in with the conversation, listen with interest, with pleasure, with attention… for they are not just flies who wandered into your web and aren’t you a clever spider catching flies, they’re spiders too.

“Spiders are masterful illustrators of law of attraction in action. In fact, oodles of myths and legends regard the spider as a creatrix of the whole universe.”

– Avia Venefica, What’s Your Sign: Law of Attraction and Spider Symbolism

Each person with whom we connect is a way for us to connect with ourselves through them, as we are a way for them to connect with themselves through us.

Our personal webs interconnect, energy flows between us, and beyond us, nourishing all of us with the dew of life.

And yes, this post is a conversation which I am having with myself, as well as with anyone else who reads it and feels a connection to it.

It was inspired by the Tell The Story challenge posed by Fandango of This, That and The Other. If you’d like to see the picture he chose, please click on the link and visit his post.

In theory I’m supposed to pick a picture and pass this challenge on to three other bloggers, asking them to Tell The Story of that picture.

But that doesn’t interest me. I was never a fan of playing pass the parcel… it seemed pointless and meaningless to me.

What does interest me is you, getting to know the real you within you, the one who is sometimes afraid of being seen, but who also longs to be discovered by eyes that love to see what may seem invisible – what makes your heart burst, your soul soar, your mind buzz.

I am going to tag three bloggers whose writing I love reading because they share what is meaningful to them and that makes it meaningful to me too:

Melanie of Sparks From A Combustible Mind

Pensitivity 101

The Reverist of Riddles & Reveries

But rather than pick a picture of something which may disinterest them, to which they may not feel any connection…

I’m going to ask them to share a picture they’ve taken themselves and tell the story of why they took that picture, what it means to and for them.

Why and how do you feel connected to that picture of yours – Tell The Story!

Anyone else who would like to participate is more than welcome to do so – share a passion, a vision, a perspective which really means something to you!

Please pop a link to your post in the comments on this post. Thank you!


  1. Good morning Ursula๐Ÿ’–
    You’re exactly right! This is why I can’t just write about nonsense (some do, and that’s their thing), my words carry my essence therefore a piece of my spirit. To write mean things, or hollow things, leaves a trace of equal portion. So I think before I write.


  2. Thank you so much ๐Ÿ™‚

    I picked up a book from my shelf last night. Almost brand new if you’ve not noticed the pages yellowing… Lol, I used to have the hobby of buying books and not reading them.

    The book I picked out ‘The Sense of Style’ by Steven Pinker, tag line on the front cover The Thinking Person’s Guide to Writing. I was thinking about writing last night, so i took the book out lol

    And today your post talks about writing. Hmm… synchronicities

    I’ll pop a link when I’m done in a day or two ๐Ÿ˜‰


      • Here the link to my post, hope you can enjoy reading:

        I’m just halfway thru Pinker book now, it’s getting a bit technical in the middle, but the beginning chapters had some interesting perspectives.The Pinker’s book you read, in your opinion, is it good?

        Hm, I’m still considering about my post title and another alternative title I had came up with initially, which is mentioned at the end of the post, perhaps you would give your opinion on that too ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Thank you so much.


        • Wonderful post, Reverist ๐Ÿ™‚

          I like the title you used because of how your story flowed from it as a starting point, wondering about it as you would wonder about the shape of a cloud, so in essence the title was also a cloud. I like how you ended it with the other title. It’s perfect as it is.

          I can’t remember anything about the Pinker book I read. His name conjures up a feeling of detached slight fondness, so I guess I quite enjoyed what I read just not enough to remember anything about it. I have a vague impression that I gave up reading it halfway through.


          • Thank you for your opinion ๐Ÿ™‚

            At first, I mulled over the title because I used a film’s title that compromised its authenticity. Then I thought it really didn’t matter becos the flow of the post and the title blended well.

            At the end, I was having second thoughts again because as I was writing I was thinking about my muse the same time. Then this morning I posted on raphsody.

            Now I’m writing another post on a hidden dragon ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. Okay, okay, I get it. Youโ€™re not into writing flash fiction. Understood. I know that if someone posts a picture and asks for people to write a story about that picture, if I am not inspired by it, I will pass on the challenge, rather than writing something just for the sake of writing and posting it on my blog. So yeah. And thatโ€™s cool. But at least you did write a little about spiders and webs.


  4. Thanks for finding meaning in my ‘web’. Sometimes I wonder if I ‘weave’ too much, but eh. We are what we are, and I’m verbose, at least in writing. Lately I’ve been identifying and thinking a lot about the ‘Crone”…the old age aspect of the three fates who spin the web of ‘being’ (well that’s how I understand it). There is the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. I’ll get to this challenge later in the day. Right now I’m off to the head doctor (again) to see what advice she has (she’s in her “Mother” stage of life and nurtures ((another name for the Mother is the Nurturer)) for me. You are a treasure Ursula. Thanks again! ๐Ÿ™‚


    • Thank you very much, Melanie โค it's a deeply beautiful post!

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