I watched last year at the old porch on the
house and watched the wonder of Mother Nature take place within my realm of
insect life. All through winter I thought of the Black Mud Dauber and how
it accepted my presence of Spirit within its territory. I knew its
capabilities and knew that it wanted to become friends with me; just by
watching it fly around and never act provocative toward any moving object.
It was looking for a home and I knew it had come back from its parents as an
offspring. I welcomed her with open arms. She was lively Spirit; she was
Black and Shiny, long legs and moved with ease through the air. I loved to
watch her come in and out the door; yes I gave her full run of the store.
She would fly in and out and bring mud from the
small mud puddle that was around the rain barrel. I let it always run over
with the rain from Grandfather Sky; Mother Earth knew my love for Mrs. Mud
Dauber. She worked diligently throughout the spring. She would construct
one cell and then fly around in the store and catch spiders to fill her
cells so that her young would have something to eat when they started they
journey to becoming Daubers themselves.
It was work of Art; her cells got longer and
longer. I counted them and there were six or seven cells. As summer came and
fall came on; I missed Mrs. Mud Dauber. She would have to leave for a while
and next spring there would be others that would hatch and begin their
spirit journey to completing the cycle of Mrs. Mud Dauberís life.
Before she left she came face to face with me;
she flew close to my eyes and just hovered there and looked deep within my
Spirit. I looked deep within her soul and knew somehow the Spirit of Nature
was speaking to us; without touching or physical contact we knew we loved
each other; it was a serene love of the beauty of Mother Nature and I knew
at that moment I had become a part of Mrs. Mud Dauberís life and her
Creator has showed me today a miracle of growth
in this realm of the Insect world. I shall await the young ones to come
again, again, again and again until I grow old and cannot see them again and
again. Go in peace and have a good flight. This is the great circle of
life; the Great Spirit or Creator teaches us to accept their ways and to
help them excel in their purpose. That is the connectivity of the Spirit of
Animals, Insects, and humans. When we begin to understand the Hoop of Life
of others then we begin to understand our place in this wheel.