Tarantula Invocation

Overnight Guests

I sometimes leave a French door open at night so Jack, my dog, can roam in and out.

Someone else roamed in and greeted me this morning: an amazing tarantula. I haven’t hosted one here for years. No photo, but I did generate an image after I sat with my visitor and had my morning coffee.

Tarantula Invocation
I call upon the Weaver in the dark earth.
Great Tarantula, patient keeper of timing,
teach me to pause, to wait, to trust.
Your many legs feel the trembling ground,
listening deeper than sight can go.
Guide me to sense the subtle vibrations of my own body,
to know what is safe, what is true, what is mine.
You, shadow-dweller, remind me:
fear is not my enemy.
It is a threshold,
a place where power hides.
I welcome your medicine—
the stillness before movement,
the courage to face what crawls up from the unconscious,
the artistry of weaving my life’s web with intention.
I stand in your circle,
rooted, patient, fierce,
ready to weave my story with earth, shadow, and soul.