Easter Eggs

Happy Easter, belatedly!

RantWoman hopes her readers will appreciate this lovely package of Easter eggs. RantWoman is not sure whether the following items have come from the Easter Bunny, Little Bunny Foo-Foo or who. That is only one thing to hold in the Light. Lexicography digression: "easter eggs" also has a technology-related meaning which may or may not be topical here.



36 Eggs 6 Colors

RantWoman's Easter meditations ran to:

--Julia Esquivel: They Have Threatened us with Resurrection / Nos han amenazado de ressureccion. .

--The year RantWoman spent April 1 visiting a certain famous STIFF in Moscow.

--Is the whole festivity just some kind of weird April 1 joke. Peggy Senger Morrison says no. http://gatheringinlight.com/2018/04/01/witnesses-by-peggy-morrison/

--The upcoming 50th Anniversary of the Assassination of Martin Luther King which seemed to have figured in more than one Easter sermon

--The upcoming 50th anniversary of the Prague spring and the Soviet ouster of the Dubcek government. This probably figured in no Easter sermons but showed up in RantWoman's head thanks to a high school orchestra experience performing a piece composed for the 10th anniversary of this event and to a present day   a lovely recital featuring works of Smetana, Schnittke, a guy from the Republic of Georgia, oh an Beethoven.

--Tardiness to Meeting for Worship. Consistent tardiness by two members of pastoral care committees. Just hold matters of space and time in the Light One came to worship today with a lovely message; it's just that RantWoman is a judgmental witch and really does not know what to do with repeated apologies and repeated arrivals half and hour into the hour of whichever worship this Friend attends. The other Friend and RantWoman need to have more and better conversation. RantWoman has NO freaking idea how to accomplish that. Actually RantWoman has an idea. Hold RantWoman's idea in the Light.

--Dear Friend above, thank you for your offer to hold a meeting in your work conference room. RantWoman is grateful that another person in the email conversation realized that both the key participants in the conversation were very clear that said conference room was NOT the right venue. Somewhere in the conference room discernment, RantWoman does what she sometimes does: look up organizations' diversity and inclusion statements. RantWoman found a very nice one associated with said conference room. Then RantWoman got a headache. Let's just say life at Meeting is a REALLY good laboratory for thinking about the gap between reality and good intentions. RantWoman is wondering whether anyone else thinks that might be an interesting lens for thinking about all the things vexing RantWoman.

--Friend Clerk, RantWoman has heard you many times talk about how eye opening it was to spend time getting around by wheelchair for a few  months while recovering from an injury. So RantWoman is still stuck about why RantWoman's call to ask awhile AGO in business meeting about wheelchair accessibility for a new tenant's services caused such a meltodown of your sense of Quaker process. RantWoman is holding you as Clerk in the Light. RantWoman is also still stuck on this point. Why the bleep would RantWoman NOT ask about wheelchair accessibility? RantWoman has friends and relatives who use wheelchairs. RantWoman has rented or not rented venues based partly on issues of wheelchair accessibility. Why should RantWoman have any different standard around Meeting than anywhere else?

--RantWoman is DONE. RantWoman is DONE trying to suppress her gag reflex. RantWoman has articulated the point inflaming her soul to others; RantWoman has had several  too many "leave me out of this email thread" requests from one offending Friend RantWoman thinks responding to email is flipping well part of the role one takes on..."  What could possibly go wrong not interacting somethimes by email?

RantWoman's problem: reference to "couples counseling" in a context where "couples counseling" emphatically does NOT apply. Terminology matters. RantWoman cannot decide between "incredibly sloppy" and "totally unprofessional." RantWoman in a former life was a behavioral health bean counter and RantWoman thinks that alone is reason to STOP trying not to barf and just deal with the problem.  RantWoman naively hopes the offending Friend has more than enough professional credentials also to know better. More to the point, another Friend with considerably fewer credentials managed to outline a process that would serve for the situation in question without ever once using the term "couples counseling." SO RantWoman is wondering whether the Easter Bunny might bring the message "if you are in a hole, stop digging." RantWoman also would not mind some reflections on her inquiry "what does God require of you?"

And in other celebratory news, RantMom's hands just do not work as well as she would wish. Plus her apartment just has a lot of gravity going on. But then it's not a feast without something crucial hitting the floor. And we are grateful for remaining bounty.