Wednesday, December 14, 2011

December 13, 2011: The Feast of St. Lucy


December 13 was the date for the Winter Solstice before the calendar was revised by Pope St. Gregory.  “Luz” means “light,” and so it was considered fitting that St. Lucy’s feast day occur at the darkest time of the Northern Hemisphere’s winter.  Today the calendar is changed but the day is still dark, my shadow is longer than I am tall, and it’s hard to stay warm.

I like this time, when I have time to think of it. I enjoy it because there were times when I didn’t have what I have now, couldn’t do what I can do now.  I like to bundle up, wrap in warm cloths, drink hot beverages.  I can’t get enough of candles, the bright flame and fragrant wax, so I’ve taken up candle making.  My kids are in the living room, warm, comfortable, taken care of.  I am content.

One thing remains the same: I cannot do anything myself.  Alone I can never sustain even my most minimal needs. I don’t even try anymore.  The Lord who made the Universe and cares for everything within it, made and cares for me and mine, to the level of my every breath.  He knows every hair on my head, He knows me.

Because I am a diminished creature and He, the Creator, is Goodness itself, He provides for me as much as I need and more, as much as I am open to.

Thank you, God.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Reality check

"What's real?"  This question runs through my mind all the time, especially in the mornings before the doings of the day have captured my attention. It hits me hard or whispers gently, drifts through the back of my thoughts, passes in front of my vision as I look around at the world.

This morning it washed over me while the guests were in breakfast.  I took a call for Fr. R- that his brother had suffered a stroke and was on the way to the hospital.  I delivered the message, stayed a moment to answer his questions about the call, then returned to the front desk. A few minutes later Father R- and another priest passed through the lobby:

"Do you have your oils?"

"Yes, they're in the car."

And the quick thought rolled through my mind, "THAT is real."

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The first year gone, a new one begins

There is a gang of goldfinches hanging off the seedsocks at the St. Francis feeder.  I wonder how they discover these artificial food supplies?  We never had gold finches until I hung the first seedsock, then within days we had a family of four, then six, now I've seen as many as 14.

It's my one-year anniversary at work.  I spent the day taking inventory in the bookstore/giftshop, then rearranging everything for the first time since it was reoppened a few years ago.  It is really a small shop, but we are building up a good inventory of books and gift items, mostly rosaries, and it makes for a very pretty and cozy space off the lobby.

It's strange, I usually spend anniversaries remembering the event, walking through the day thinking "X years ago at this moment I was. . ."  But this year I looked forward to this time with the anticipation of reaching a new starting point, the moment to begin.  Begin what?

It's also strange that I feel a sense of happy anticipation going into autumn. Because of my seasonal depression, my mood typically drops as the days become shorter and the sunlight dimmer.  Instead, I am looking forward to warm nights and cold mornings, rainy days, and bare trees.

I am especially looking forward to the new liturgical year, with the new edition of the missal.  Father led a workshop for liturgical ministers last week, walking us through the Mass with the new translation and explanations throughout. I love the new edition changes myself, but even people who have expressed hostility to them found very little to complain about with Father presenting it all so reasonably.  He evidently has taken time to listen to all the complaining and prepared thoughtful and reasonable responses. I found myself feeling let down at Mass the next day when we were back in the current translation!

Six weeks and counting!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Here comes the new edition of the Missal!

Just came back from a morning workshop at the Abbey for liturgical ministers, an introduction to the new edition of the Liturgy.  It was Wonderful. I learned things about little details of the Mass rubrics that made each part of the Mass more meaningful. For example, when Father is about to proclaim the Gospel he makes the sign of the cross with his thumb on the page and then crosses himself on the forhead, lips, and heart.  I learned today that the gesture is to take the Gospel from the page and impart it in his mind, on his lips, and in his heart.

Going Fictional

I've decided to compromise between blogging about real life and writing fiction.  I never have time to write when I feel like telling a story (fiction), and nothing worth blogging about happens when I have time to post (reality). I am therefore modifying this virtual reality as follows:

I am a receptionist/administrative assistant at a Catholic retreat center located in Wyoming, because I love Wyoming.  The center was a private property not too far away from Cheyenne, Wyoming that was donated to the Diocese.  There is a largish chapel, a large main building that includes the private rooms for the on-site staff as well as beds for 40, a dining hall, and cabins that can accommodate another 60. The chapel also serves as the mission church for the area, though we currently have a priest in residence so we are able to have Mass on most Sundays as well as during the week.

That's all I can think of to describe what I consider the perfect place to live, but I will certainly think of more.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

One solution to a social media dilemna

I have a problem with LinkedIn. For those whose use of social media is limited to purely 'personal use' tools such as Facebook, Plurk, or Google+, LinkedIn is a social media site for professionals, used mostly for keeping track of former coworkers/managers/employees, and for posting your own professional status updates.  I made fairly frequent use of it up to a year or so ago, and have a pretty good number of contacts.

It's pretty cool to be able to find people I worked with 20 years ago and see how their careers progressed, or to see where people who've left one employer turn up.  And of course it is a vital tool for someone thinking of moving on from wherever they are currently employed.

A lot of the people I worked with are connecting to each other, and I still get the occasional request to write a recommendation for a former employee or colleague.  Which leads to my problem.  In the past year I have truly moved on and away from the field I worked in for 20 years.  Most of the people who made up what I considered my 'social circle' actually fall into that grey area of work-friends: really neat people who are a pleasure to talk with but who have nothing in common outside of the professional sphere.

Now that I've left that profession, I find the majority of my contacts are just that: professional contacts who, it happens, are also pretty cool people and who I really enjoyed working with and knowing all these years.  But I chose to leave, and without a common profession we really have nothing in common strong enough to overcome that.

What I'm doing now is so different I can't really add it to my LinkedIn profile.  It just doesn't fit with the rest of my resume, you might say. I don't want to leave my profile with just an end-date, a point of departure without a follow-up arrival. At the same time I don't want to just delete my profile, because I still enjoy looking people up to see who's doing what now.  What to do?

I finally found the right solution for me.  I added a new "current position."  I am now officially:  Retired.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

One year ago we were in Michigan

with family, in Northern Michigan: my dad, brother and his family, uncle, aunt, their families.  We had a wonderful time.  My uncle had a birthday, I think his 80th or more.  We went out on Lake Michigan, had barbecues, walked around the resort town watching tourists watch us.

At Christmas my uncle was skiing, running around strong.

In March he was feeling a little tired, a medical check found pancreatic cancer.  He died within a month.

In hindsight the visit last year was a God-send.  My kids had time to hang out with my uncle, who they've never met.  My husband talked teaching and chemistry with him - Uncle George had been a chemistry teacher then Principal at the local high school. 

In the fall, Rob was talking about our trip with a colleague, and it turned out the colleague had not only attended the high school but had Uncle George for chemistry.  And Rob was able to send that information to Uncle George before he died.

I had a simple list of things I wanted us to see or learn or do on the trip.  One of the things was to experience the vastness of our country, and we certainly did that.  I didn't realize at the time we also were seeing that the world is truly a small place.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Pictures from Day 2 and 3, 2011

Here are a few pics from Nevada and Utah, AKA the Great Basin:




Days 2 and 3,, 2010

Well, argh!  I spent a day and a half trying to upload a slideshow of photos and really really witty comments from last year's Day One, but no go.  Oh, well, it will have to be ordinary pics for now. . .

Day 2 of our trip was simply crossing Nevada from Reno to Wendover, which sits on the Nevada/Utah border.  It is little more than a group of casinos and a few hotels (and the KOA).  We arrived before sundown, were up at dawn and on the road quickly on Day 3.

Day 3 we made it across Utah and, if I recall correctly, spent the night at the Grand Junction KOA.  In the open space next to the KOA we saw one of those migratory carnivals, the kind with roller coasters and ferris wheels that appear on a Friday afternoon and are gone by Monday.  It looked like the same one that came to the girls' school for the end-of-year festival weekend.


We left I70 after Grand Junction, but that would be tomorrow, I don't want to get ahead of myself!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Background on The Trip

I would describe our family as rather hobbit-like in our habits. Steady, stay-at-home, boring-is-nice folks.  So how did we come to be crammed together into a bedroom on wheels, with an appointment three weeks and 2000 miles away?

My dad's siblings live in Michigan, on the west side near the top of the 'mitten.'  Last year my dad invited us out for a bit of a family reunion.  The kids and Rob, of course, have the whole summer off, and I had three weeks or more of vacation time.  We made the arrangements to rent a small RV and planned to travel across the upper Midwest and see some of America together before the kids grew too old to have fun traveling together. It turned out that my employer was downsizing and I was laid off at the beginning of July.  There's a lot of backstory to explain why I felt happy with the layoff and calm about a big unknown future, but I won't go into that here.  Instead of using my vacation time, I was laid off and given a severance package that included a payout for unused vacation time.

So, there you have it: Mom, Dad, 14 year old and two 11 year old girls, in an overpacked RV, heading east.

One year ago: July 21, 2010

A year ago today I and my family embarked from the San Francisco Bay Area in a rented RV headed East.  We drove up Highway 880 to Interstate 80, and by dinner we were at our first stop: the Reno KOA.  Here are some pictures:





We loved KOA - most had wireless internet and cable hookups, as well as showers and laundry facilities.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Nothing exciting happening today, which is always a good thing.  Weather is clear and warm at last, after weeks of chilly fog and wind.  This weekend's workshop, the first since I was given responsibility for managing our in-house events, went even better than expected, with extra guests arriving Saturday to sign up at the door, and everyone raving about the activities in their evaluations.  Whew!

I finally caught up on the sleep I missed Thursday night when I took the girls to the 12:10am opening of Deathly Hallows Pt. 2.  Yes it is worth seeing, if you've read the books, or at least the first 3.  If you haven't there are a lot of references you won't get.  Also, if at all possible see it in 3-D, there were several effects that I could tell would be spectacular.

Oldest daughter, now known as Pepper, dressed as Beletrix, and middle daughter Gabby was a younger version of Hermione: school uniform with a Griffendor tie.  There were fewer costumed moviegoers than I expected, but still at least 25% of the audience.

It looks like that may be the most interesting event of the summer, at least I hope so.  I don't know where the time is going, but we are already half-way through.  Now, THAT'S exciting!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Best thing to read on the 'net

http://www.dfreitag.com/2011/06/colca-canyon/

Saturday, June 4, 2011

A year ago, first weekend in June

June 4, 2011:  One year ago today. . .I cannot remember precisely, and that is the 'memory' to record.  My boss had told me at the beginning of the week that my job had been eliminated, effective in one month.  Through the week I had rotated around and down between relief and mild disorientation, and I reached that first weekend still feeling predominantly happy relief:  I had an opportunity to walk away from an increasingly hostile work environment, not only avoiding the worst immediate consequences of unemployment but actually taking benefits with me: a month of unused-vacation pay plus twenty weeks' severance pay, with six month's career counseling thrown in to boot.

I knew even before this that my own responses did not sync with my those of others where I worked, and at this point it seemed natural to me that everyone else's reaction to my situation was out of step with my own. For myself, I felt a sense of freedom and success because 'they' had failed to fire me, an alternative I believe they would have preferred.  I understood that others would not see things the same way at least at first, so I accepted the first sympathetic then bewildered responses from my colleagues.  They did not at first understand my cheerfulness but, I felt, once I explained my situation they would relax and feel happy for me.

One year ago I spent the weekend at home, thinking I would allow myself to collapse and rest with the relief of a battle hard-fought but won. I went to my oldest daughter's 8th Grade Baccalaureate Mass and then her graduation ceremony, able to focus on her and this as-to-yet unsurpassed milestone. The Lord had indeed been at my side, I thought.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

My Work Life

I drop my two 12 year olds off at Catholic school.  I don't start work until 8 but try to get there by 7:30, so that I can attend Mass at the church next door.  If I don't make it by 7:30 I stop at the Monastery across the street for a few minutes of contemplation or prayer.

I sit down at the front desk in the lobby by 8.  The director, Father George, gets to his office after morning prayers, usually by 9. I greeted him with a "Happy Feast of the Visitation" on June 1 - I like keeping track of Holy Days and Feast Days.

Father Kevin, our chaplain, comes in and reads the paper and we chat about the news. He's retired, and I've learned that means he's always busy, saying Mass for retired sisters, helping hear confessions for groups on retreat or Catholic school 2nd graders preparing for First Communion.  He also knows all the old-time clergy in the area, and has lunch or dinner with retired monsignors and bishops.  It's always nice to see him.

My work varies: I answer the phones, sort the mail, print and prepare mailings. I also research Catholic writers looking for titles to order for our bookstore, read EWTN News online, and listen to Gregorian chant, gospel singing, medieval Christmas music.  I update mailing lists with the names of pastors, Catholic school principals, Religious Education directors.  I order alter breads and communion wine for the Chapel, and paper and printer supplies for the office.

The Conference Coordinator reminds me to take breaks and lunch - 15 minute breaks and 30 minute lunch, no eating at the desk.  I usually go outside for a walk, watch for birds, discover new flowers emerging or blooming.  In March I found wide patches of violets intermingled with daisies in the lawn.  Now summer flowers are blooming: roses in the sun and calla lilies in the shade, and fuchsia and geraniums in the small courtyard behind my desk.

I often see one or another of the three bunnies that live on the property. They are domestic but live uncaged; they have a burrow under the administration building.  One of the facilities crew puts food out for them, and she showed me how to feed them rabbit treats.  They actually come running when they hear the bag rattling, and I'm working on teaching them to come when I whistle, so that I don't have to spend so much looking for them.

The monastery bells ring at noon and I pause and pray the Angelus. The bells also ring at 9am and 3pm, and probably 6am and pm as well, but I'm not at work to hear them then. I leave at 4 precisely and pick up my girls, and the rest of the day is family time.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Here I am

I keep encountering things here that connect to places I have loved throughout my life. Early in the spring, or late in the winter, there were flowering apple, pear, and plum trees, which were the only signs of spring I remember seeing in San Francisco, where I grew up.  In March I found violets in the lawn, blooming at the same time as the ones Rob's mother showed me in their backyard years ago, that always remind me of her.

This month I have discovered that the tall hedge between the back parking lot and the neighboring property is overgrown with wisteria, coming into bloom over the space I usually park in. Wisteria vines embraced the covered path from the main house to the swimming pool at The Bishop's Ranch in Healdsburg, a place I found and thought the most wonderful place on earth when I was a teenager.

And today I followed a white lump hopping through the southern side of the property, and found a bay laurel along the path. The smell brings back so many memories I could fill long pages with stories tied to it.

O Lord, who brought me to this place when I put my life in your hands, help me to continue to trust in your Providence and accept each day as your gift, without spoiling it by worrying about the future.

Friday, April 1, 2011

First flight

This morning, at about 10:00, I heard incredible shrieks outside the lobby.  I went out and looked up at the tops of the elms in our courtyard, and saw four birds of prey circling between the two trees.  Two were smaller and less skillful in flight.  Apparently the resident falcon family had decided it was time to launch out of the nest!  The parents glided from tree to tree and called out to the youngsters, the young called back and flapped rapidly after them.


I love working here.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Lent 2011

Dear God, thank you for the wonders of your creation.

It is a glorious spring morning, the air is rich with the scent of flowers and the songs of birds. I stopped outside for a few minutes after arriving at work to watch the rising sun highlight the tops of trees and church steeples.

It is the middle of Lent, a very meaningful time for me. Last year, my Lent began with a serious confrontation with Human Resources. I had no idea what was to come, but clearly it would not be pleasant. God arranged life so that the signs were clearly marked, with the crisis of work coinciding with specific holy days. I spent Lent in fasting and praying that God take over the reins of my life.

Now here I am, blessed with beautiful surroundings, centered in prayer and contemplation. Truly the Lord has done great things for me, and Holy is His name!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Current conditions

The rain said to the wind,
"You push and I'll pelt."
They so struck the garden
that some of the flowers actually knelt.
I know how the flowers felt.
----Robert Frost

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Corporate Capitalism

It's Sunday morning, I'm waking up with coffee in bed, with light, intermittent rain falling outside.  From my bed I can see blossoms starting to emerge on the plum trees across the street. Spring is coming, and I feel a deep quiet joy that winter is receding.

Last year in January I felt very different.  Stress at work carried over into my evenings and weekends, diminishing my awareness of life around me.  The massive project my team had worked on through the fall was found 'unsatisfactory' after its completion, requiring us to submit over 100 individual programs for review in an intensely short time frame. We passed that hurdle, yet nothing returned to normal.  In fact, as my boss put it, "the whole world changed."

She said more, as well.  She gave me the first unsatisfactory performance review in my 20 year career, then told Human Resources via email that the way I received the review seemed to indicate a lack of comprehension of the severity of the situation.

The situation unfolded through the rest of the spring. In the beginning of June she told me the department was reorganizing, my job had been eliminated and that I would be laid off at the beginning of July.  I read the severance contract very carefully, to make certain I understood what I must do, and avoid doing, to make certain I received the full severance payout described in the contract.

That contract provides a detailed witness to the ethics that have become the foundation of Corporate America, and the company I worked for.  There is a component of "social justice" or fairness in the treatment of me (the employee), as long as I adhere to the terms of the contract.  In fact the terms were quite generous in comparison to those for some of my former colleagues.  The restrictions provide the illumination:

The contract (an generous severance package including severance pay for six months) becomes void if I work for a competing company, or in a closely related industry that might be competitive, or if I say or do anything that might reveal trade secrets, or malign my former employer, or otherwise break the terms of the agreement.

The company is owned by a venture capital firm, which expected to get a return on its investment by selling us.  The economic downturn messed up that schedule.  Still needing to profit from its purchase, the VC made plans for us to "go public."  Either situation required the asset to demonstrate an increase in value.  Senior executives stood to make or lose large bonuses depending on how the asset performed at the time of sale or IPO.  My division could not directly impact sales, and we had cut production costs year over year to the point where there was little improvement possible in that area.  Therefore we needed to increase its value another way, through restructuring.

What hurt me at the time was that I recognized and appreciated the need to restructure to improve production, and would have happily worked with my boss to make the logical changes, including eliminating my position. 

Reviewing the situation I can't see how the boss or company could do otherwise. Treating employees with respect for their humanity ultimately conflicts directly with making a profit.  When sales are flush allowances can be made for personal lives.  But when the financial situation worsens, priorities get sorted, and making a profit is a higher priority than any one employee's thoughts, feelings or personal life.  If the bottom line needs to be improved, cutting a salary and the accompanying benefits will make a bigger difference than anything that individual could contribute.

Making such decisions is easy at a high level. The people to cut off are just names and numbers on the balance sheet. For the manager who has handle the termination, such decisions mean looking someone in the eye and giving them the news. Managers who rise up in the organization will have to take that action many times.  A successful manager will have minimal empathy, who puts their own welfare ahead of anyone below them.

The VP who laid me off had our group merged into hers two years before I left, giving her twelve direct reports, all managers. She said at the time it couldn't last, and we all thought it meant adding a few executive managers between us and her. I think she was actually looking us over even then for places to streamline, as later incidents seemed to indicate.


The specific events and actions that occurred over those two years can be interpreted two ways, depending on whether one is inside or outside the corporate bubble. From one perspective, as my boss said, "The world changed."  The rapid creation and delivery of electronic education materials became, overnight, the most important means for company to respond to customer needs, and our success depended on our ability to produce these materials to meet customer expectations for quality and functionality, without our having the necessary specifications beforehand.  In other words, we had to create new or transform existing products into to electronic formats without knowing in advance what the new format was, or what customer response to it would be.

Living the experience of the next two years felt very much as if we had all been cast in the TV show "Survivor."  With perhaps interludes from another surreal show, "Lost."  At the end of the series, I got the final cut.

My 20 year career provided my husband and three girls with food, clothing, a home, and medical care. My choices were always driven by the need to provide that support.  By the time I was cut off, circumstances had changed.  My husband was a teacher, with benefits and income.  It took me no time to realize I did not need to find another position to replace the one I'd lost. I quickly realized I could afford to, and wanted very much to, abandon Corporate America and everything that goes along with pursuing a career in the for-profit sector.