when the sunlight comes into my room,
and i, too, am at home,
i see cobwebs in the normally dark places.
some are ornamental.
some are dirt.
ultimately even the originally ornamental cobwebs turn to dirt.
who’s to blame for that? the spiders, who have laboriously woven their little webs to catch whatever insects happen to run by? not really. the spiders did what they always do, and the result of their work is ever-ornamental.
it is the dust that turns the effort of the little weavers into unsightly dirt. the small things that do not get cleaned away immediately, and pollute the air. the particles of something larger and whole broken, ground to dust that gets everywhere. the webs are actually helpful, they collect all this in one place.
just like in life. the small unforgivings, the little bitternesses, the bones of broken trust ground to the finest dust, peppering everything, every perception. and then the sun comes in.
when you see the dirty cobwebs in your life’s corners, do not blame the spiders.