RantWoman does not particularly feel a need to dance in the twilight all night to observe Midsummer. A lovely outdoor concert accompanied by the rhythms of a babbling brook would do just fine. Instead RantWoman celebrated with a vigorous walk and a rousing round of dishwashing when she got home. The psychic journey, with themes from RantWoman's most recent Meeting for Worship for Business playing counterpoint in her head is a bit more layered.
Any resemblance between the following and actual minutes for RantWoman's most recent Meeting for Worship for Business are purely accidental:
Discipline: the Yearly Meeting committee seasoning revisions to our Faith and Practice is going to regroup. Despite the committee clerk's sunny prediction, a number of years ago that this work would be all done in two years, the committee will be regrouping in an effort to more precisely realize our vision of radical inclusion. We cannot come to unity about what we believe; therefore we will craft language that includes... We cannot even agree on a label for the committee: one Friend insists it be called the Committee on the Discipline; the committee clerk is uncomfortable with the word discipline. RantWoman herself oscillates between seeing the word Disciple and thinking of something more befitting the back page of RantWoman's favorite scandalous rag.
Torture: We are united in our opposition to torture. However we are nowhere near unity about WHY we are against torture. Some among us have trouble with the phrase images of the Creator as in "torture obliterates the image of the Creator in others." This number appears to include our current clerk. Others of us either think the image of the Creator in others could not possibly be obliterated by mere humans or cannot go forward unless images of the Creator are in our statement and will have big long tirades about not wanting to boil things down to The Big Bang. RantWoman herself again thanks some very wise Sunday school teachers who simply said "who knows how long God's days were then?" RantWoman still has no freaking idea how to extract from that something compact that could be put into the statement that goes with the minute. RantWoman observes us spelling out both views, kicking the problem off for further discernment at Annual Session, and RantWoman especially commends further worship in pursuit of unity. RantWoman also concurred with another restroom user who found the whole exercise torturous.
RantWoman restrained from further sarcasm to the effect that the rest of the world might or might not care about one more goshdang statement that torture is bad and we are agin' it. Those outside Quakerdom would more likely take notice if we all suddenly came out on television FOR torture. Okay, so some of us admit we have a list of people we might happily subject to waterboarding if offered half the chance. Let us just say it is divine mercy not to be offered.
Musical Interlude. The scene: a large auditorium during a Women's Music Festival. The first performer, a regular from the Women's Music circuit though which one RantWoman has no clue, performs a very rocked up "Kum ba yah MOTHERGODDESS!" The crowd applauds, whistles, cheers. Odetta, the next artist, strides onto stage in a great display of presence and dignity. She all but fumigates the stage and then says "Okay, now we will do it right!" Then she leads the crowd of half goddess-worshippers half psychic carnage from various religious wars in amore traditional Kum-ba-yah delivered in Odeta's trademark glorious style.
We now resume our normal Meeting for Worship for Business.
A witch? Oversight Committee recommends we offer membership to a self-described pagan Quaker witch. RantWoman knows there are other Quakers who thus self-identify. RantWoman thinks the word "witch" gets a lot of bad press though RantWoman also feels out of her depth when thinking about supposed patriarchal suppression of women's perspectives, the knowledge of women healers, and assorted other matters. Why would some women have put up with it if this was so universally bad? Did they just know not...?
This particular self-proclaimed witch is in fact a very warm person with an interesting story who has said many, many things that connect with RantWoman's heart and topics near and dear to her. About this person's biggest sin in RantWoman's eyes is changing her profile picture on a certain social networking site about more often than RantWoman changes her underwear and posting acres and acres of untagged photos on that same site. That is nowhere enough to get her onto RantWoman's waterboarding list let alone for RantWoman to want to exclude her from Meeting for Worship. However, RantWoman still could never stick the "witch" label on herself.
RantWoman's Meeting has previously shared worship both with people who protest nuclear submarines and people who maintain nuclear submarines. RantWoman's Meeting includes people who hold quite diverse views about abortion, real estate, Republicans, Democrats, non-ocrats. RantWoman herself has for a long time walked among goddess-worshippers, godless science addicts and supposedly soulless commies. RantWoman generally feels that Meeting for Worship is in the hands of the Divine and that sharing worship is good for almost anyone. RantWoman is also meditating about the unique ministry of being a Quaker witch in the wider world. RantWoman is meditating, but she herself has enough to do exuding Quakerly presence in the direction of thoroughly vexing soap operas at the Friendly Neighborhood Center for Extreme Computing.