Interdependent Web of Existence

Mama spider came by last night. Another holy messenger, she paused on her travails for a quick hello and some meditation.
She landed on the prayer flags; the flags the wind ripples as our prayers are carried across the universe. Prayers for a peaceful existence for all sentient creatures, now and forever, Amen. A spider on any other landing would but be easy to squash. The karmic cost is blatant here.

The metaphor is not lost on this mere mortal.

Because this is far from the first Word to come blowing on the wind,
right to my feet.

Yesterday, in my newest copy of UU World, I find the word Communitarian as a movement towards democratic community, a search for balance between "I" and "We." The message awaiting my hungry heart was this:
Look deeply into community and you see individual selves each with inherent worth and dignity.
Reading further, I found more questions (most of them not mine), no real answers... my thoughts drifted to the 7th Principle: Respect for the interconnected web of existence of which we are all a part.
You see, this spider came by just at the right time to add some visual to the thoughts swirling 'round this skull o'mine. She knew this delivery would be a safe two-fold bet for her. She somehow knew I'd ponder the deep effects of her death. That I'd take to heart the outcome of casting her from my circle. She knew I'd honor her right to motherhood above the prayer flags (can't you see Seven Years in Tibet playing in your mind?). I've already begun thanking her children for the future crittery pests they'll consume, saving me from their bother.
So, we're all part of this interconnected web... and sometimes, the strings get **twanged** and the effort of hanging on becomes just a bit too much. Never mind that it just may be the 1,974 things you're juggling at the moment that are impeding your ability to get a grip on your corner of the web, by all means speak out at the most recent twanging. It's human to make that one **twang** The Twang but it isn't. It's a twang, for real. A valid twang. One that should be looked at and examined and done away with. Not The Twang requiring reptile brained immediate action, more like thoughtful consideration. Hell, maybe even a prayer or 42.
Instead I find myself feeling much like Frodo in the cave, wondering
just when the hell is Samwise gonna get here and cut me loose?

Alternating with Charlotte's attitude of This is the way the world works...