The Wonderful World of Orb Weavers

WARNING: those squeemish about spiders may want to skip this post.
From the research after sighting, on August  1st, in the evening I met a Marbled Orb Weaver! I’ve never seen one, nor heard of one, but I’m really just beginning my journey into this quite fascinating realm.

We were going down to put the recyclables and the garbage out. We go down through the Landing Bay (our well named garage – because when you live on Serenity from the movie and the Firefly Series), you know there’s got to be a landing bay. Anyway, as we rolled open the door, and turned on the outside light, there in beautiful living color was the strikingly beautiful Marbled Orb Weaver, hanging out in her web, waiting on dinner, I suppose. She was stunning, and I managed to get some lovely shots of her, front and back:

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Orb Weaver

In the light it appeared to have an almost rectangular web. But as you can see in the pictures, it’s web is definitely an orb. It looks huge. But I think that the camera did enlarge it because I didn’t downsize the pic – WordPress does that for me. In the morning, I was curious to see if it was still there. I thought this, because last year, we had a resident spider just next to our front door, in the window pane to the left of the door. It remained there day and night, and I was surprised that the Orb Weaver had left. On the other hand, I also know that some webs which are constructed in the evening, will often be gone in the morning. I did not expect to see it again. In fact, we had to go out yesterday, so we moved the recycle bin out of the way to pull the car out of the landing bay. I thought I saw our new resident scurrying across the drive way up into the rock garden just off to the right of the bay doors. But the second night, it had returned. And last night, the third night, it had also returned. So I’m figuring it might just hang out beneath the lid, or the underside of the rim during the day.

Tomorrow, we put the bins out for collection for Thursday morning, though if we don’t have lot of recyclables in there, we’ll hold off for another week.

The female measures 14mm (???? not metric savy here) and the male only 10mm. I’m hoping to keep a log of how she fares during this season, and see how long she will be taking up residence here.

The Lap of Luxury

Let’s say you’re not up to snuff – we’re not talking about films, so don’t go there – and you are the person in charge of keeping your place clean and tidy. But you know how it is when you don’t feel good. Last thing you want to do, or even think about, is how clean are my floors? Who’s going to keep the dust bunnies from becoming the killer rabbits from hell? Well, my friends, have I got a housekeeper’s little helper for you.

Back some years ago, Mr. Quantum and I fell in love with a show called Eureka, about this high tech town of geniuses, where there was this automated house. Everything was done BY the house. How cool would that be? So somewhere between then and a year or two ago we came across an automated vacuum cleaner, from iRobot (without Will Smith, sadly) called Roomba. This little gadget was AMAZING!

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We didn’t need to be sold on it. This was the future we envisioned way back in the 20th Century. How could we pass it up. We couldn’t. We didn’t. We bought our own, and entered the world of tomorrow. We named her Sarah, after the house in the Eureka TV series. What? you don’t name your appliances?

Anyway, it’s been over a year, now since we moved in here, and we never took her out of the box after we moved, so I’ve been lugging around, and pushing around the Dyson vacuum we have. But I just didn’t feel like doing that. Yesterday we took her out and I cleaned her (yes, she does require maintenance, but it’s quick and easy, like emptying one of the canisters that comes with any vacuum. We had to let her charge, as she’d been off her dock for over a year. But today, she was ready, and rearing to go and clean this house.

There’s more than just getting a clean house out of using an iRobot Roomba. There’s pure entertainment! And she fits under places like couches, and beds, and dressers and all those spaces you don’t even think about. It’s a hoot, watching her going about her business.

This is why I can sit here and write this instead of vacuuming.

Here’s a preview of an Roomba in action:

Roomba: Don’t move home without it.

And End… A Beginning

For the last year, I’ve been part of a Soul Group. It was a group which I found when taking a refresher course on Tarot. I’d known about it before, but it wasn’t until last year that I would have the time to undertake such an endeavor, and a committment.

2014 had a very different feel to it. I was like a kid in a candy shop. I was playing in a realm to which I had always wished and longed to belong. I was surrounded by those of like mind, and I was invigorated. I was learning things and felt that around every corner was a bright new penny. I gave myself as fully to this world as I could.

Even as the year drew to a close, I was still clinging to the harvest of this yesteryear. Then the cold kicked in, and everything stopped, as happens in the natural world. And I stopped. People were hunkering down for the long cold days ahead. I did as well. And what was a great interest to me, is how I saw this was a cycle I always went through, only without consciousness.

Activities began to drop off, and I found myself in a very familiar space; that of inertia. Yet, rather than feel the anxiety of wondering what I should do, I simply snuggled up with the few remaining activities, and began to ride out this rather deep hibernation.

It seemed that the day would never arrive when I could return to the outside, to welcome the day, and commune with the Green Ones. The world began to warm up every so slowly, and I waited, watching as the snow melted, and a drab dull brown underground appeared. When the temperature rose above 60 I finally ventured out onto the land I coveted from behind a glass barrier.

As I stepped upon the remnants of last year’s old growth, it was a very stark difference with what I was faced: the once thriving land. Along with looking out and searching for that familiar landscape, I also looked inward to search for the starry eyed girl who sat transfixed by a previously taken for granted transformation, right under my nose. But someone else emerged. I sat looking out, from within the Hermit’s mind, quietly assessing the lay of this new land.

Last night, was the releasing of this Soul Circle; the end of a cycle which lasted, it seemed, for barely the blink of an eye. I knew it was coming, but I was so busy with my new found love, that I did not understand how bereft I’d feel at the last good-bye  to all those kindred spirit’s I’d come to know. As The Circle was released, I found myself sitting quietly with the beautiful, though bittersweet ritual togetherness. As I came upstairs, I opened my laptop, and launched a browser, finding myself at the doorway to the Circle’s abode. It was such a natural habit, to click on the link, and then I was within the pages of the Circle.

Have you ever noticed the difference in how you experience going to a website, knowing a page has turned? Instead of the flurry of activity, I  heard only the echoes of the many voices I’d known. I looked at one post, remembering hearing her voice through the phonelines just a few minutes ago, and yet, she seemed silent, just a visage of something more substantial. I saw the remnants of what had been; the stories, the pictures, the sense of sisterhood, now whispers of a past which just stepped beyond reach.

I know it is not the end of these friendships, but simply the structure in which we dwelt together.

Near the end of the Call, I had an interesting revelation. The first of this month marked a year since I’d joined; a year since I began using my favored deck, The Gaian Tarot. It was a year in which I learned so much more than when I first began. And as will so often happen, when entering a world such as this, we find new decks which draw us in. And I certainly can attest this, since The Gaian Tarot deck was one such during the time I used my first deck. But I waited, then, as I waited now, a year, to learn as much as I could before moving on to a new deck. So for quite many months, a new deck as stood waiting for me to meet it. I’d thought I might have that meeting at the first of this month, but I somehow could not. I took it down off the shelf, and put it on my reading table. Yet, that was as far as I could go. Days later, I entered the room again, and I opened the box, and slid out the book and celephane wrapped cards. Again, that was as far as I could go.

It occurred to me only last night during our final Wisdom Council, that I now understood why. It was out of respect for a chapter in my life, which needed to close. Only then would I be able to move on.

My plan today, is to go inside and sit and meet my new deck: The Hidden Realm Tarot.

One door closes, yes, but another opens!