I didn't think I was looking...but maybe - I was? I didn't even think I'd found it...but maybe - I did?
I imagined the sun setting...and the world of nocturnal weavers rising. I imagined the beginnings. One little thread..and then another. One little loop around and then back again and again and again after that.
I wondered if each new beginning is hard for them. I wondered if they meet up with resistance and fear. I wondered at how they managed to rise above it...and show up...and do it anyway. I marveled at their abiity to let go of the need to perfect...and - at the same time - to produce such exquisitely imperfect beauty.
Of course - they're just being who they are...doing what they know and do best. These nocturnal weavers create out of habit. They do what they do to survive and thrive...to live for another day on this planet.
Funny how life's lessons so often present themselves. We - mere mortal four legged creatures - could learn so much from them. If we could all simply create - as they do - out of habit...we'd be making our 'art' essential and necessary to our existance and survival.
Because - isn't it true? That it's our creativity and art that sustains and maintains. That it's our art that saves us.