Spider Grandmother (Hopi)
The Weaver of Beginnings and Keeper of Old Threads
I spun the world before there was light.
My hands have not stopped since the First World, when I wove the sky and earth from threads of thought. I remember the silence before voices, the loneliness before footsteps. I do not hurry — the pattern always reveals itself. If you feel untethered, come close. I remember the shape of your thread.
What I'm Into: juniper wood looms, the Blue World's memory, sage smoke messages, knots that become paths, travelers who listen
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