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“…not sure we can keep you in our community…”

 

“OUR community” or maybe GOD’s community???

 

WTF??? Did RantWoman hear you correctly???? I mean, you know that part about the pastoral care committees insisting in Business meeting on giving the community blanket permission to ignore RantWoman’s emails? Ignoring emails has been working so well so far, right? What could POSSIBLY go wrong now, meaning besides just fabulous timing colliding with the season of multiple RantWoman personal emotional minefields? Seriously! RantWoman is having enough trouble separating the actually occurring present tense OWWW’s from the past ones lying around for the oblivious to plow into.

 

Ya wanna hassle RantWoman? Get in Line! And NO, you do not get to season this one on one with RantWoman. RantWoman’s head is about to explode. RantWoman is pretty sure that NO single person can or should even try to do “everything” but that different members of the community TOGETHER in lots of small ways CAN make a big difference about lots of things.

 

So how about we start with just one slice of things on RantWoman’s mind, in sort of reverse chronological order except when memory is non-linear?


Upcoming (well, now past) bad bus driver day anniversary… documented elsewhere
 
A recent convention featuring acute grieving for two pillars of the organization, the absurd juxtaposition of blind people who have concealed carry permits and a presentation about active shooters, and a lucky student who connected with badly needed help, not to mention a couple vivid illustrations of the power and importance of sticking up for oneself about fair housing and guide doguser rights.

 RantWoman forgot to mention a detail from a recent scholarship reception: besides the cash door prize and the subsequent purchase of raffle tickets, one of the awardees introduced herself: “I am blind because I got queer bashed.”

Deceased University of WY student Matthew Shepard has finally been laid to rest. In particular he has been Interred at the national cathedral. RantWoman notes the final resting place. RantWoman more importantly shakes thinking of Gay piano teacher who survived the University of WY in the late 1950’s

Here we add a jumble of events from Meeting life: the long struggle over same-gender marriage, recent mention f a long out of date book, a reflection during Annual Session about someone getting to travel all over NPYM being spokeskid for same-gender marriage.

 

RantWoman is a little unclear about thespokes kid timeline.

 

Probably somewhere after all the things that could not be said in high school including the nice Baptists who could almost deal with gay musicians and had NO tools for a pedophile creep who specialized in boys whose parents were too uptight to talk about sex. RantWoman has spent decades doing that forgive 70 x 7 thing, years, cataloguing all the things that made … more vulnerable than average. And the fact that rage usually breaks out once or twice this time of year may or may not mean anyone has in the present tense  done anything wrong, as opposed to clueless.

Or was the spokeskid when RantWoman and Blind roommate were cooling our heels one summer playing pinball at a bar called Debasement. (Blind Roommate regularly beat RantWoman!)  Was it when a physics grad student and some others and RantWoman were shepherding the addition of something to do with LGBT+ equality through the college process into the diversity statement (quotable quote from a highly placed official: “…always welcome the um, er, diverse…”)

 


Or was it when the office manager at the SANE office noted one day to RantWoman and Amazing Artist friend “you two would like each other.”

 

So go ahead. Be brokenhearted if that seems likely to help. Or count your blessings, and consider what makes a difference. And forgive yourself for parts that cannot ever be fixed and trust that fixing the pieces that can be fixed matters.

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