no personal saviors

no personal saviors
no personal saviors

Sunday, March 24, 2013

same mind agree





Maryland 1968
My new friend had a big playhouse in her backyard. As we entered her playhouse, the small, silk ball caught my eye and I reached out to grab it. To my horror a spider jumped onto my hand, wrapping around my middle finger. The more I tried to shake the spider off, the more it clung to my hand. It bit me and then fell into the grass. Being stung by bumblebees while running barefoot through the clover fields behind my house was nothing new to me but the spider’s bite made my hand swell and throb in pain, later turning completely purple. I do not recall how the day ended, I am sure my mother came to pick me up, but I never did see my new friend again.