Vila SpiderHawk

Blessed are the spiders, one of them intoned, for we live in harmony. The other spiders joined the chant, for it was a call to worship. The wind is our harpist, and on her breath the past and the future weave like cords of music smoke through the cables of our webs. The hum of wisdom is always at our feet. We are part of its thrum from the time we draw first breath until we cross through the lacing of our webs to join the Great White Spider. I climbed back up the thread and stepped into my web. I felt its vibration in all of my feet. I heard the wisdom song with every atom of my soul.

Excerpt from Forest Song: Finding Home by Vila SpiderHawk P 198

Everything smelled as sweet as baby hair, as if the Sun Herself had a different odor than She did in the land of snow. And there was music hanging like snowflakes in the air. From the tall plants that glistened on the plain there came a song that sounded like little bones that someone was rubbing together. And from above came other melodies, songs as sweet as forgiveness. These sounds, she discovered, came from winged animals that flew through the clouds and rested in the trees. Some of the flying creatures were as blue as a newborn’s eyes while others were sunrise red. Some were whiter than boiled bone and as fat as a woman with child.

Excerpt from Hidden Passages: Tales to Honor the Crones by Vila SpiderHawk p. 171

Vila SpiderHawk lives in the woods of Pennsylvania with her husband, their six cats, and their many woodland friends.

SpiderHawk is a gourmet Vegan cook, and an avid gardener.