Sunflowers

RantWoman is relieved to learn that a large percentage of the nation's nuclear arsenal are likely to be safe for a good long time from...SUNFLOWER SEEDS.

http://blog.sojo.net/2010/12/30/disarm-now-activists-demonstrates-what-it-means-to-pay-the-price-for-peace/

With that to cheer her and the blessed centeredness of those called to such witness, RantWoman will resume her current humble "peace begins at home" efforts where there is trouble enough without even snipping any fences.

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Talking of NPYM affiliation with FGC

Here below are some queries in connection with the question of North Pacific Yearly Meeting possibly affiliating with Friends General Conference. Background about the history of our non-affiliation is

http://onequakertake.blogspot.com/2010/12/north-pacific-yearly-meeting.html

Blogosphere News Flash: download a description of the issue and some NPYM queries here:
http://www.npym.org/structure/ad_hoc_committees.html

RantWoman learned of the above queries when she sent her draft off to topical people in her Meeting.

RantWoman wants to do things that might lead to thoughtful
discernment about this question within her own Meeting as well as in the wider world as prelude to Annual Session. RantWoman has various partly informational questions. Rather than just bang away at her own point of view, RantWoman wants to think about what would help our community participate in thoughtful
discernment. How to do that is not obvious.

RantWoman has inflicted most of these queries on people in key positions in her Meeting, but RantWoman is also attempting to see what happens if they come to the blog too.

Sometimes RantWoman has more of an expediency view of this question: is affiliation with FGC good value for the resources expended? Does NPYM get to share in resources we couldn't access otherwise?

How would or would not affiliation with FGC help Friends nurture
spiritual development among our own communities?

How would or would not affiliation with FGC enhance prophetic witness
within NPYM or in the wider world?

Would NPYM's affiliation bring something specific and / or unique to the work of FGC?

Does clinging to independence preserve and reify
historical issues that current Friends have no clue about.
How much do these historical splits affect how Friends interact
today in our region?

Why does any of this matter to people who come to our Meetings and become convinced Friends today?

To what extent is NPYM's independence just western exceptionalism: In the west it's a lot harder to find people like oneself so anyone vaguely similar is held dearly. Also, there have not been hundreds of years for views to get set in people's heads. But when enough people
from other places get together, we still figure out it's darned hard
to get along with each other and sometimes there are good reasons to
give space for diversity.

But being glib about this is skipping over the evangelical roots of
numbers of Yearly Meetings inout Latin America. Does our historical
independence offer something unique in terms of reconciliation among
Friends and new Light for the challenges of our current age?

On the other hand, could NPYM preserve its walk in multipl traditions
by affiliating with more than one body? Would there be other bodies
who would have us given some minutes we are VERY clear about?

Is the entire question of Quaker communications still stuck in the
last century and what do we need to do to keep all our generations
talking to one another across our different modes of communication? It
seems possible that affiliation with FGC may be neither here nor there
about this question, but the two exist together in RantWoman's head. ONE reason is RantWoman's own tumultuous relationship with print and electronic media, but RantWoman thinks that topic belongs in a different post.

But what say ye all?

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Auntie Typology with Angels

RantWoman has over the last several days spent considerable time either drenched in holiday worship services, 3 times at 3 different places in one day, or in basically unformatted presence of several of her kith and kin, or sometimes both at once.

Before anyone starts shouting Hallelujah and proclaiming that RantWoman has suddenly found religion, RantWoman must confess, basically, to being a floozy: RantWoman owes her exercise in theological and geographical heterodoxy to efforts at least partially to refill her famished soul with music, Real MUSIC with harmonies and complex arrangements and a whole lot less insidiousness than say drug store muzak.

Auntie RantWoman and a whole entourage of alter egos feel WELL FED on that score, and that candle thing over and over with Silent Night did not hurt either. RantWoman is pretty sure there must have been angels present too, but let us start with the cast.

Sensible Auntie is an all-purpose sensible adult role model.
http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2010/08/sensible-auntie-shows-up-at-business.html



Sometimes RantWoman achieves Sensible Auntie; sometimes RantWoman has to summon both angels and some of her own Sensible Auntie figures. RantWoman especially thanks the first Quaker she ever knew and Sensible Choir Auntie for the gifts of seeing and acknowledging and calming simply by seeing. But let us stick with the babe at hand.

RantMom, Little Sister, Irrepressible Nephew and Kindly Brother-in-Law, the entire Rant Entourage collected ourselves in time to attend the mid afternoon Christmas Eve Spectacular at Little Sister and Nephew's church. One of the ushers trying to shoehorn in some more of the Presbyterian masses asked everyone to please "cozy up." RantWoman found herself thinking that if the Rant Entourage got any cozier, there might be a nuclear meltdown. Sensible Auntie managed to keep a grip on things.

Sensible Auntie had help from a darling babe in the next pew. Darling Babe in small red dress and blonde curls was fascinated by RantWoman poking out notes in Braille. RantWoman apologizes that Sensible Auntie prevailed only because the tyke was way too small to realize RantWoman might have been having a Bad Auntie moment managing twitches in aggressively maintained privacy.

Sensible Auntie showed up at the post service Christmas Eve pizza feed. Sensible Auntie has been eating the featured salad for years; Little sister finally had a nibble and pronounced herself hooked also. Irrepressible Nephew made an offhand 10-year-old comment about wanting to sprinkle plutonium on his pizza; mercifully he laughed when Sensible Auntie said she was not going to eat dinner with him if he insisted on bringing the plutonium.

Bad Auntie, who sets bad or challenging examples UNINTENTIONALLY
http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-auntie.html

Bad Auntie giggled about the plutonium on the pizza before Sensible Auntie insisted on taking over.

Worse Auntie who sets challenging, problematic, difficult examples on purpose and may snarl vehemently if eldered about same.

http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2010/12/worse-auntie-grow-your-own-lava-lamp.html

It must have been Bad Auntie in charge of RantWoman's interactions with the obligatory candles. RantWoman did okay the first time, but at RantMom's church RantWoman's first candle just vanished, perhaps into a parallel universe and RantWoman had to get another one.

Then RantWoman got home from RantMom's church in plenty of time to run with her leading to hit one of the big church services advertising on public radio. RantWoman knows both the public radio churches are really good venues for music; RantWoman chose the option with the more workable bus and was NOT disappointed.

Such is the station of Big Downtown Church that even the candles were swanky, with plastic drip catchers instead of the humble paper ones everywhere else. This did NOT help RantWoman hold onto her candle and RantWoman even had to have a choir member sitting near her get her another candle.

After many kinds of wonderful music, it came time for Silent Night, RantWoman realized she had another problem: RantWoman has a weird nerve thing going on in her face and RantWoman just COULD NOT blow out her own candle. RantWoman had to have RantMom help her twice. The third time was way past RantMom's bedtime but somehow some kind of angel delivered just the right really fast wrist flick to snuff the candle without blowing.

Worse Auntie ALMOST lost it after the service. Big Downtown Church has one way out that goes to a parking garage and Worse Auntie could far too easily summon rants about the general preposterousness of parking garages, especially when RantWoman found herself in the hallway on the way to the parking garage instead of out the door to the bus. Fortunately angels and the parking masses quickly got RantWoman turned around the right direction. The parking garage lecture can wait, especially if one is shamelessly and unabashedly in attendance solely to hear music.

Worse Auntie also nearly showed up at the holiday feast the next day. The Rant Sisters were joking around about our childhood relationships to a stuffed Santa Claus our grandmother sewed somewhere along the way. There were some morbid elements and something set RantMom off. Worse Auntie found herself thinking that maybe it would be fine to make RantMom appreciate that her kids can argue with non-lethal effects, but a big flock of angels dragged Sensible Auntie onto the scene with hugs and reassurances for RantMom.

RantWoman is not sure whether it was another legion of angels or a whole lot of time hanging with Quakers, but the post-party RantSister telephone debrief of the Santa Claus incident along with a hypothetical pending visit from Alcoholic RantBrother, though the conversation started out testy, kept hanging in and hanging in and hanging in. All of a sudden, it was a VERY real conversation. There were VERY yucky topics involved, the kind of topics where RantWoman has known pieces for awhile and not thought it was her place to bring things up or has sat on topics chewing on her nerves very cautiously seasoning choice of place and approach and absolute necessity of conversation.

This time, Sensible Auntie just kept listening. Sensible Auntie was not necessarily delighted with new details, but there seem to be angels hovering helping to hold the new information. Sensible Auntie was deeply grateful to feed some very positive observations into the conversation and to hear more echoes of sense from the responses' resonance. Sensible Auntie and the angels are filing the fact that there are some "you can lead a horse to water but cannot make it drink" angles relative to one of the figures at the feast, more than one actually but for a different reason.

But in case anyone is getting bored with all this peace and centeredness, Worse Auntie and the angels are now seriously wrestling with what it is realistic to expect of one's faith community both collectively and in the person of specific individuals at certain times.

There would also be certain temptations toward extremely public tirades about how "that is EXACTLY how NOT to do it." At the moment the angels have their hands full about more than one person on that score. Sigh.

Meanwhile, RantWoman sincerely thanks some listening angels at a checkin who simply took in the "good conversation, yucky topic minimalist description an angel boiled down for RantWoman.

PS If this makes it to a live post it is going to be because Sensible Auntie, Worse Auntie, and a whole lot of angels have duked it out about what to say about whom all over the internet, especially if the whom includes people with throbbing issues and frequent live conversations.

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Worse Auntie / Grow your own Lava Lamp

Warning: children who do not need more distractions from their paths of goodness and purity should click away quickly. Quaker children who do not have Santa Clause around anyway may continue reading as long as you also acceptRantWoman's prayers regarding your immortal soul and ask some trusted adults to help season the following.

RantWoman, for her part is thinking of that phrase "Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me." RantWoman is thinking if that's where to start, boy are we in trouble.

RantWoman's clearness committee recently asked her what would happen if RantWoman were more open around Meeting about things to do with vision loss. RantWoman found herself thinking, careful what you ask for.

RantWoman mostly has not filled her audience in on every weirdo visual effect that comes her way. One or two groupies ask in low-key ways for updates and RantWoman repeats the family mantra, "my eyes have not fallen out of my head yet." RantWoman has a time or two shared some or another nugget from all her optho frequent flyer experiences with someone who brought up something related in conversation. RantWoman also mentioned a popcorn meeting and the interaction of eyes and light.
http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2010/02/popcorn-factory-minority-report.html

RantWoman has the strong, unshakeable impression that even those increments are too much for many around her. RantWoman so far has not made her clearness committee or another topical committee sit with a whole bunch of messages coming RantWoman's way that sound to RantWoman's febrile sensibilities too much like "shut up" when RantWoman THINKS the speakers could do fine with "I don't know how to deal with what you just told me." But never mind; save that thought for a couple other different threads. Let's start with Bad Auntie .

Remember Bad Auntie the sudoku-obsessed would-be role model of proper comportment during Meeting for Worship. Here is more of the story:

Bad Auntie rides the bus to worship. The Sunday bus run features several clumps of people getting on and later decamping to various houses of worship. The effect is centering and inclusive in a much gentler way than the multicultural maelstrom aboard Metro the rest of the week. RantWoman likes the walk to the bus. She likes the sense of many different forms of worship in one vessel. She likes caffeine and a walk at the other end of the route. In short, RantWoman's routine IS preparing for worship even though it might as well be something from another planet to many.

Then there is sudoku. RantWoman is VERY glad to be able to see enough to do sudoku, provided the print is big enough and RantWoman can use fat pen. RantWoman likes hard puzzles and did not always finish her puzzles during her bus ride, so there is A LITTLE bit of addictive behavior involved in doing so for a few minutes at the beginning of worship while RantWoman settles in, centers, gets a handle on her ill-behaved eyeballs' efforts to shift focal length.

There is also another messy eyeball issue or RantWoman's eyeballs interacting with light conditions in our worship room. RantWoman's pupils do not dilate and constrict correctly or very fast in response to changes in light conditions to begin with. This means for instance that even though RantWoman is an optho frequent flyer, she gets to skip dilation some of the time simply because too many gallons of drops have to be poured in to have any effect.

The worship room at RantWoman's Meeting has one glass wall facing south with plenty of bright sunlight on good days. The other three walls have a row of small windows several feet above the floor all the way around the room. RantWoman most of the time feels so grateful to be among community that she does not even attend to the fact that there is NO place in the worship room where RantWoman can count on being visually comfortable. Bright sunlight has one set of issues; clouds and glare have a completely different set.

RantWoman tries glasses on, glasses off, sunglasses on, sunglasses off, large-brimmed hat on, large-brimmed hat off and various combinations of all of the above. Each takes RantWoman to different frontiers of fog and blur, possibly to slapstick effect. None of them take RantWoman measurably closer to being able to center. One thing that does REALLY help is focussing on something close, which sudoku does WONDERFULLY.

Apparently silently doing sudoku during Meeting for Worship for silent waiting on God greatly distresses many in RantWoman's Meeting. Various people, members of Worship and Ministry and otherwise eldered RantWoman about this. No one got the full dissertation here but They all went "Oh, we had no idea..." when RantWoman talked about both generalized eye stuff and centering preparation for Meeting for Worship. Some people were more categorical than others about wanting RantWoman to stop. RantWoman said thank you for your opinion. Then RantWoman got sent off to a clearness committee and learned of the issue of the child objecting to RantWoman's example written of earlier. RantWoman still thanks the child for speaking up. RantWoman still thinks it's parents' job to teach children what is right regardless of what others around one may be doing.

Tonight Bad Auntie is ba-a-a-a-ck, only now she's Worse Auntie. Worse Auntie is not only unrepentant, she could really fast get into elder with a snarl mode! Worse Auntie is wishing she had said "why does it bother you? Please tell me how this specifically impedes your ability to worship? In particular what is it about being present with other people's pain and difdficulties that you find challenging?"

RantWoman / Worse Auntie personally really cannot see well enough to be annoyed by all kinds of quiet behaviors in Meeting for Worship and Worse Auntie MIGHT be tempted to tell some to be glad someone else's quiet behavior is the worst problem they have in life. RantWoman might also say she is darned glad to be able to do sudoku.

RantWoman might even read people the riot act about the lighting in the Worship Room. There are a million different ways light conditions in the worship room can be uncomfortable between light conditions, things in RantWoman's eyes that do not work normally, and variables like hay fever and sleep. If RantWoman only went places that are visually easy to deal with she would have no life and Meeting for Worship is important. Unfortunately, not only is this a whole welter of oddball messages, RantWoman also gets to figure out how to deal with the "shut up / I don't know how to deal" part she is already far too well-acquainted with.

But hold that thought. Worse Auntie, among other things has some ideas about things she needs around her Meeting. RantWoman needs to communicate specifically with children and her clearness committee has been a great help about ways to get that started. RantWoman has ben gratified too by reaction to a generalized query departing from RantWoman's reflection: other adults also like some of what is on RantWoman's mind. Now that is being seasoned and RantWoman gets to think first of all about dealing with vision loss and talking about it to children.

Worse Auntie and sudoku matters keep showing up though, and keep showing up and keep showing up, and RantWoman is going to have to figure out and strive to articulate some more matters involving adults as well before she even wants to wade into talking to kids. Ai-yi-yi-yi.


Then there would be Conflict is a Gift of God Friend, Friend who is a walking encyclopedia about many topics but has trouble sharing space in conversation with some categories of people. RantWoman had been detecting this problem to really serious and stifling effect for months before certain conversations melted down. RantWoman STILL feels no leading to have attempted to play fairy godmother or to sugarcoat the problem. RantWoman notes that it took Conflict is a Gift of God Friend SEVERAL more months to absorb what seemed to RantWoman VERY direct simple statements pointing in that direction.

During the several months, Conflict is a Gift of God Friend more than once engaged RantWoman's physical safety radar REALLY hard in situations where RantWoman otherwise would very much have enjoyed certain exercise-related activities with said Friend. RantWoman keeps turning over this issue. NOTHING is shaking her clarity that she owes NO ONE, not said Friend, not the clerk of Oversight committee, not the Pope, any explanations for her rules. RantWoman does not even apologize for blunt emails connected with the circumstances even if the point was not crystal clear in the email.

Furthermore, RantWoman considers waiting around for MONTHS while someone else gets a message involving the laws of physics completely unreasonable in the specific context she has in mind. RantWoman does not need argument. RantWoman does not need to be told she is being ridiculous. RantWoman does not need ANYONE telling her what is or is not in her own head! Nor does RantWoman need anyone without exactly the right cred telling her how to get about with Ambassador Thwack the badly-behaved white cane.

RantWoman is pretty sure, despite having told said Friend multiple times of her concerns that he still has no clue about RantWoman's issues. Unfortunately he is not alone; RantWoman was explaining the issue to someone else recently. Conflict is a Gift of God Friend is one of a couple people in RantWoman's life who INSIST they should help RantWoman navigate the mean streets, impose their own agendas, INSIST they know more than RantWoman about what RantWoman needs and are completely incapable of listening. Misery does not love company and Worse Auntie could easily ship them both off for reeducation in Quakerism 101, the listening module.

The other night before the Barclay reading group plunged into our Barclay time machine and flirted with the concept of Barclay the Musical, others were checking in with Conflict is a Gift of God Friend. Conflict is a Gift of God Friend still has eye yuck which his doctors have decided involves edema and capillaries looming large in his visual field, "like the crack patterns of dried up mud." He also has annoying floaters, but apparently he has managed to avoid the Grow Your Own Lava Lamp effects RantWoman dances with on top of oddly functioning pupils, double-vision, fog and blur multiplied with bifocals. At least that would be the impression from RantWoman asking teasingly during the checkin.
RantWoman is meditating about her motivations in insisting on Taking up Space in a public conversation about her issues too. RantWoman is sorry someone else is having eye yuck. RantWoman is NOT sorry for taking up space in the same conversation. RantWoman feels like a very large 3-year-old about the topic. What's worse, Worse Auntie is who's on duty for adult supervision. Happy Christmas to all; Lord have mercy on us all.

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The Barclay Time Machine

RantWoman has returned home from her monthly Battle with Barclay, aka the Barclay reading group. RantWoman apologizes, not in the Barclay sense, for getting some Bad Friend twitches out of her system in time hopefully to qualify for something besides lumps of coal for Christmas.

Tonight's topics were Justification and Perfection. RantWoman feels neither justificated nor perfected. RantWoman would NEVER get to either place on her own and is grateful for the moral support of others in this quest. RantWoman is grateful even if the discourse tends to wander.

It occurs to RantWoman with the benefit of several months of hindsight since December that RantWoman has a little bit been missing the point. Maybe RantWoman will wade back in for another look.



A blog post
http://theimageoffish.com/2010/12/14/gnosticisms-divine-spark/



Silent Worship: the musical
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUJagb7hL0E&list=PLECD6008713D98712&index=7&playnext=4

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Cambridge Friends Resources

RantWoman's blog is part journal of her spiritual travails, part travelogue among themes that sooner or later wander into matters of faith and spiritual life, part online filing cabinet, part venture in comparison shopping among the paper and electronic artifacts generated by other Meetings. . In the spirit of the last categories, RantWoman directs her readers to

http://www.fmcquaker.org/


RantWoman is especially interested in the items about First Day School and a longer document about child safety at Cambridge Friends Meeting.

RantWoman is pointedly posting these links for resource andreference purposes. They speak to many but not all of the topics on RantWoman's mind and RantWoman would like it if these documents help shape some conversations in her Meeting.

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Bad Committee: too much clearness, not Quakerese

RantWoman has lately been asking herself whether certain recent experiences mean she is uniquely overachieving in several areas of dysfunction or whether she is just gifted about walking into other's dysfunctions--or both.

RantWoman is amused by the following item about dysfunctional Clearness Committees

http://www.friendsjournal.org/bad-committee-no-clearness-you



RantWoman has written elsewhere of a previous clearness committee experience, but RantWoman feels she must identify some dysfunctions along with query as to whether the problems are unique to RantWoman:



--Clearness Committee as the wrong venue for developing job descriptions for key committee.

--Clearness Committee as wrong training venue for would-be practitioners of conflict resolution.


--Clearness Committee as process check about the degree to which the concept of Clearness Committees is alive in one's Meeting.


--Clearness Committee as language laboratory: RantWoman became even clearer as a result of her previous committiee than she already was that Compost is appropriate Quakerese. RantWoman will leave to her readers' imagination terminology management about what Compost would be in more or less standard English, with one exception, the question of Register.

Register is a language geek term for the concept that people of different station sometimes use different words to mean the same thing. Sometimes interpreting wildly different phrases all to one term in a target language means the interpreter is oversimplifying, failing to convey nuance. RantWoman here cites the testimony on equality, in addition to her struggles about Quakerese: Compost refers to several different phrases in standard English, all of which are left to readers' imagination.

(Speaking of Compost, RantWoman apologizes: she still has not gotten around to interacting with the Composting Quakerism podcasts.)

--Clearness Committee as vessel to generate more material for one's spiritual compost heap. RantWoman finds herself meditating about the words condescending, patronizing and dismissive. RantWoman could also find cause to meditate about appropriate Quakerese for "insensitive" and "clueless." RantWoman wishes any Friend had a monopoly on the behaviors that evoke these adjectives. At the moment RantWoman is composting a good bit of raw data in the context of another discussion in her Meeting. RantWoman MEANS to post about the other discussion, but is pointedly NOT clear yet what to post, especially while things are getting worked out in her Meeting's seasoning process.


Meanwhile, RantWoman has finally gotten around to asking for a clearness committee to help her adjust her presence in Meeting life after midlife vision meltdown. True to RantWoman form, RantWoman has become clear that she has plowed into problems bigger than her own issues alone; RantWoman is VERY grateful for sounding board while she figures out more about her own issues and bigger problems.


RantWoman is also VERY excited to have recently attended a workshop about clearness and support committees and RantWoman is very excited about the possibility of inviting Marge to her Meeting at some point in the future.

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Young Friends New Year Gathering

RantWoman has no idea how many Young Friend readers she has. However, she calls her Young Friend readers' attention to the following event, this year in Myrtlewood OR

http://www.newyearsgathering.org/epistles.htm

RantWoman particularly reminds her readers of the suggestion on the registration page that people request financial assistance from their monthly meetings if needed. RantWoman is in a position to help facilitate the application if anyone from her Meeting happens to be interested; RantWoman recommends applying sooner rather than later. Word!

RantWoman remembers someone suggesting this gathering when she was VERY new to her Meeting and to Friends. RantWoman was still at a phase of trying to keep straight the names of several wonderful Friends in her own Meeting and did not really feel led to dip her feet into other pools. However, RantWoman has heard excellent reports from many who have attended!

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Five Feet of Bible?

It's Annunciation season and the Mothers of the New Testament are running about the internet pregnant under different questionable and scandalous circumstances.

Partly in honor of the season, RantWoman wants to read in quiet expectation instead of endlessly listening to various flavors of chattering! RantWoman feels a need to expand her Braille reading from her Three Inches of Psalms exercise. RantWoman has also gotten Matthew and Mark in Braille from her building library and has snagged Acts and Galatians too. The ambiguity of not even checking about whatever a checkout procedure might be gnaws a little at RantWoman's conscience. A little.

For RantWoman's trouble she gets to whine about yet another set of issues among her new reading options: RantWoman COULD request a copy of The Bible in Braille from any of several sources. Put Bible Braille into the search engine of choice for current options. RantWoman has done this with enough attention to absorb that the entire Bible, RSV in grade 2 contracted Braille is five feet of shelf space!

RantWoman finds this thought sort of terrifying. It's not just the space so much as the fact that RantWoman reads Braille really slowly, like about two pages an hour. This is an improvement but RantWoman is still awaiting the sort of Braille epiphany she has read about where all of a sudden with practice things get massively easier all in one big WHOOSH, like Pentecost in a flurry of dots or something.

RantWoman finds five feet of Bible terrifying though because of some admonishment not to tempt the Lord your God: what if that whoosh never arrives? How can RantWoman of frequently faltering faith bear with the thought of 5 feet of Bible gathering dust? What if she never gets around to....

RantWoman is aware of the option of getting a spiffy Braille device that would store dozens of volumes in space the size of one print book and then feed them back under RantWoman's fingers on demand. The price of such spiffy gizmos makes RantWoman faint. RantWoman so clearly is so far from being remotely able to use such a device for work that Quaker integrity impedes her requesting help from vocational rehab sources. to buy such a thing.

RantWoman also REALLY likes the spatial sense of moving one's fingers over a whole page instead of having words delivered 20 cells at a time. In other words, there is just NO making RantWoman happy about these topics and RantWoman feels certain she is to share all her festive holiday whines. Merry Advent--with an item about expectant waiting in community!

http://thegoodraisedup.blogspot.com/2010/11/gods-manna.html


and one about writing one's congressperson more than one's mother:
http://www.barclaypress.com/pamferguson.php/2010/11/18/learning-to-listen

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