Thunderless Braille

Perhaps God(dess) was looking out for RantWoman last First Day during Meeting for Worship.


RantWoman dutifully picked up the weekly bulletin and another paper at the entrance to the Worship Room. RantWoman and others receive the weekly bulletin by email. For RantWoman who finds reading regular print torturous, this is an accessibility measure. For various reasons RantWoman still reflexively collects paper. RantWoman was peeved to realize she seems to have picked up an emanation from Worship and Ministry which she is not sure she has received by email and has no easy search string to check.

RantWoman immediately thought of the item from Friends Journal about children--and much older children--sometimes having trouble in Meeting for worship.

http://www.friendsjournal.org/bringing-children-to-worship/

RantWoman was all set to have a fit in braille all over the offending document to calm her nerves and help her settle into something like the centered presence needed worshipfully to help interrupt the March to War of the Week.

In particular, Worse Auntie has been seasoning all sorts of contributions to the bedlam that is end of worship announcements right now.

--Follow the Bouncing Balls, all ages. Why should the little kids have all the fun with large stuffed animals? Let's get the great big, much older kids involved. Enough said?

--RantWoman has been considering whether to accept a promotion from Wing Commander, 907th Psalm, Airborne Paper Ministry Squadron to Supreme Commander of the same noble ministry. Initially RantWoman did not realize that the Airborne Paper Ministry Squadron has two formations, the Peace Crane formation and the Weekly Bulletin repurposed Avaition Team. So far, praise god the most merciful, beneficent...., neither formation has flown in for Meeting for Worship. So far.

To have a fit all over anything, RantWoman needs her braille slate. Look, RantWoman IS flamboyant, but does ANYONE really think RantWoman is just goind to write in fat pen big enough for any old snoop to read over her shoulder? RantWoman NEEDED her braille slate but RantWoman could not FIND her Braille slate.

RantWoman looked high. RantWoman looked low. RantWoman looked in her purse. RantWoman looked in the RantWoman bag of the day. RantWoman spent ALMOST enough time fiddling with her various pockets and fasteners to be thoroughly embarrassed. Almost. There were no Velcro noises. Finally RantWoman stopped and settled appropriately.

Worship as befits Friends Meeting while the nation and the world are trying to find routes past US militarism in Syria featured several messages on the theme of alternatives to violence. The children entered. RantWoman, all Meeting, had been seasoning a message on a different War and Peace theme but God gave the end of Meeting culminating colliding messages to others. RantWoman shook hands. RantWoman was called, surprisingly, to speak during announcements.

Then RantWoman moved her foot and saw a flash of yellow. RantWoman's braille slate had fallen out of RantWoman's purse! Thanks you God, RantWoman GUESSES, for both losing and finding.