Spider I love you
Earlier this week I was wandering through Boulder Public Library behind the cutest 16 month old I know. We mostly rode up and down the elevator, but she did pull out one book from the children’s section: A book about bugs, that also happened to be written in Spanish. So basically, just a book of close-ups on spiders.

WORST BOOK EVER, as far as I’m concerned.

I have managed to be much less squeamish about bugs in real life, when they are small and I can capture them in a jar and release them out of my house. However, I’m not one to choose to look at them through a macro lens.

As creepy as they are, the reality is, I need bugs. They do all sorts of important stuff for me. Mostly I think it has to do with growing food.

As much as my skin crawls at the image of a spider’s 300 eyes and weird spikes and those claw teeth things on it’s mouth… EW… I know that spider matters. That bug has a job in nature, and I love nature.
So even though I don’t LIKE this photo, I have LOVE for the creature in the photo. I can LOVE the magnificent intricacy of it’s design and purpose.

Even more advanced, I can love the part of my that is repulsed by it. I can love the courageous part of me that googled “spider close-ups”. I can love the part of me that had to get up and do the heebie jeebie dance. I can love the part of me that’s worried what if someone with a real spider fear sees this and freaks out.

This is our evolution: LOVE. Distinguishing between LOVE and LIKE. You don’t have to like this post, I do ask that you love your heart though.