Sometimes we can find the most beautiful patterns in nature, you find symmetry, made by insects and bugs, nature it is beautiful, much like a hand crocheted doilies made by our grandparents, and their grandparents. Skills that are not taught anymore. Crafts that have been taken over by machines. Traditions and fans family values story telling things that should be written down and told to kids and grandkids and Histories to be preserved as well as traditions, values and ethics, hugs, storytelling and love of family cultures and traditions.

Webs in the garden

In the rose garden
The writing spider

Folklore of the Writing Spider

When I was growing up, there were certain animals and bugs that we were allowed to kill. Venomous snakes and spiders were never well loved. And many spiders bit the dust just because they were “creepy” or looked too much like a venomous spider.

One spider that was fiercely protected though was this yellow and black garden spider. KNown properly by the name of Argiope,  the elderly ladies in my life called them Writing Spiders, Garden Spiders, or Name Spiders.

If you don’t like spiders, then this one is definitely a yucky looking specimen to have around. It is large…sometimes seven inches across! It builds enormous webs that you don’t want to walk into. But it also has magical powers. And in the Ouachita Mountains…you respect things with magical powers.

From a very young age, my grandmother taught us that you NEVER kill or even bother a writing spider. If you tear down it’s web, or try to kill it…it will rebuild the next day. And it will write your name in it’s web. When that happens…you are doomed to die.

If you kill it, then you have doomed yourself to bad luck. The worst kind of bad luck, like disease, grief and yes…even death. That is how powerful the magic of this spider is. Some other legends say that if the spiders hear you speak the name of a love one, or if they count a child’s teeth, they will write those names in their webs too.

As a tribute to all the elderly people in my life who left these spiders looming in their gardens, and taught me to respect the power of Nature, here is a photo of my spider. She has been hanging on my porch for weeks, and everyone is forbidden to bother her web

Published by maryshannonhurst

My name is Mary Shannon Hurst, I am a mother of three children, and two grandchildren. Making the transition navigating my way through teenage pregnancy, motherhood, marriages, divorces and navigating sisterhood, job skills training, community relations, international relations, cultural relations, and educating children begins as soon as they are conceived from the foods that go into their mouths the nutrition that they eat, if they get enough sunshine, and exercise fresh air hugs and love and attention. I believe there is a reason and a purpose for everything, from scribbles, to spilled paint, over spray happens, paint bleeds, chalk dust gets up your nose you sneeze. Just like pollen in the air, and dust in the air makes you sneeze and some people pee a little but when they sneeze. If you make a mistake, or have an accident you clean it up. You laugh, a little or cry a little or a lot and go on about your day, you own it. Clean up your mess. Always find a reason to smile, find some joy in everyday. Always be kind. And Pay it Forward. Tell someone you Love them, Have a Nice Blessed Day!

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