I would like to share with you a simple but very lovely story.
Yesterday, husband Lar, with two companions, Ross and Doug, were hiking one of our local mountains. As they climbed they left sunshine behind and moved through heavy mist. They walked quietly, single file, without speaking.
Ross was leading. He stopped. “Look at this spider silk. ”
Ahead a spider silk stretched across the trail from tree to tree. The silvery silk was more than thirty feet long. It waved gently in the breeze. Respectfully Ross ducked under the thread, Lar and Doug followed crunching low avoiding the silk.
They climbed on to the summit. They were above the clouds. Around them the tops of the surrounding mountains poked through the mist. For this brief time they were in another place. A place where they could renew their spirits and leave behind the detritus of the week.
Ross and Doug are occupational therapists. Daily they work to mend the ravages and misfortunes of the human body, and through this the silk thread to the soul.