The Spider, a metaphor of life.

One of the many wonders of nature is how it expresses Principle without rationalization.
Consider if you will, the spider.
I used to be a high rise dwelller. Living in a high rise has its upside, especially in the summer.
No lawn to cut, no weeds to pull, just a view of Chicago's Lake Michigan, Lake Shore Drive and the fire works from Navy Pier. And by the way, did you know that on a clear day you can see all the way to Indiana?
The downside for me was spiders... As a small child I came upon a really ugly on one dangling from the ceiling of my grandfather's garage, from that day on I developed an aversion to them. Every summer those blasted spiders would clutter up my high rise windows with their "hanging around".
Since I couldn't get rid of them I decided to observe them. I'd watch them as they were spinning their webs. It seemed as if they didn't spin everyday, some days they appeared to be just "hanging around". Time would pass and I'd notice a few gnats trapped in their webs. More time would pass and to my amazement; and every web would be completely covered with insects. I saw that when it rained the spiders would roll into a ball and then unroll after the rain had stopped. Some times there'd be a hard rain accompanied with a strong wind. Most of the spiders fell away having succumbed to the force of the wind and rain. But there were always one or two that were able to withstand the storm. I don't want you to think that I was bored, I'm just observant.
One August morning, I turned of the air conditioning and decided to open the windows to let in the fresh summer air. As I got to the second window I froze... paralyzed by fear. Before me was the biggest, most ominous, blackest, spiders I had ever seen. Yes, it was uglier than the spider of my childhood. That spider of the mother lode of all arachnids! There "it" was with a web of insects just chillin... doing absolutely nothing. I was so struck by its lack of activity I thought that it might be dead. As if activated by my spiritual power, a slight breeze past by it's body and it moved to reposition itself. My fear was transformed into a sense of peace as Matthew7: 19-24 came to mind " take no thought for what to eat or wear. If God provides for the fish and foul why wouldn't He take care of you who he loves even more?" And then it hit me, all that big, black ominous spider had to do was climb high enough to be level with the gnats, spin a web, sustain itself through the wind and rain and wait. By just being what god had created it to be, a spider, all of its needs were met.
We, as human beings tend to get side tracked by our distractions; our family, our friends, our boss, our home, our car, the rude clerk at the check out line, reality shows, the weather, dropped cell phone calls, Obama... ad nausem.
In Truth it really doesn't matter. All we have to do is be what God created us to be, whether it's a spider, a doctor or an artist.
No matter what your life's purpose, all of us must make it a daily practice to turn away from the distractions... by any means necessary to create a different consciousness.
Whether it is biking along the lake front, listening to music or creating a work of art.
As your spiritual practice increases so does clarity.
You will discover that all of your worldly concerns are just distractions. You will discover that every thing will work out. You will discover that you are positioned at the right level to be patient as you wait for your web to be fulled. You will discover that all of your needs are met.
You will discover that you are doing exactly what God has called you to be ...You