Alpine delight

Flower meadows beneath the high peaks of the Pyrenees take me back to summer hikes in the Alps as a child. Even found one ripe raspberry!

Beyond words

Vertiginous experience: a neolithic dolmen at Aguas Tuertas

Folk ways

I love when things line up in unplanned ways. Two great alignments today, which started in the museum of traditional costumes of Ansó, the village in the Pirineo Aragonés where we're staying. The dress for special occasions was the most interesting (the pic above shows stages from children's baptism - the one suspended in the air - through first communion, gender undifferentiated still at confirmation) but I was glad we paid attention also to work clothes, amazed at the stiff leather mocassins the men tied around thick woolen socks to work the fields, forests and pastures, and the spindles women used working wool. 

One alignment came at dinner, when our local wine - a Pyrennean kind called Somantana - turned out to be named after those very worker's shoes. Vintner Otto Bestué chose this name for one of his better wines, the label explains, because the workers in the vineyards his family has worked since the 17th century used to shake their sandals at the end of a work day to get the soil off. To them perhaps dirt but to him every grain of this land is precious! (The wine was delicious.)

The other alignment was more unexpected. At San Juan de la Peña, an ancient monastery built into a huge cliff of fist-sized conglomerate stone, we marveled at the (reconstructed) free-standing 12th century cloister. When the monks left this monastery for a big new one on the top of the hill after a fire in the 17th century, locals made off with many of the stones of the old monastery but not the capitals, which survive.

Among the motifs, a scene of Adam and Eve after the fall, Adam tilling the soil with two oxen and Eve making wool yarn with a spindle!

Road trip

We've made our way from the Barcelona outskirts to the Pyrenees!

Popping a wheelie

My MUJI wheeled suitcase is going on holiday! After an unexpected five continuous weeks holding the fort for me (in Del Mar, Santa Barbara, Del Mar again and then at CCD) we're going to Spain!

Intensive

I wasn't able to solve the mystery of the Paul of the Cross stained glass windows - the manager told me they had been brought over at some point from some other Passionist campus, he thought maybe in New Jersey but wasn't sure. (I guess nobody else has ever asked.) But I do have a pretty good idea of what CCD (the College for Congregational Development) is, now that I've completed the first half of its curriculum! 

We're Episcopalians, but over the course of five intense days I encountered a little of the self-mortification celebrated by Catholics in images like this scourge named AMOR, from one of the mystery windows. This was in part because this intensive really was intense - a schedule from 7:30 to 7:30 each day, with little in the way of breaks. Moving back and forth between plenary and group settings hurrying through complex material, peppered with many moments of "talk to two people near you about X (always something personal) for three minutes," we were all overwhelmed. 

But some of us were more overwhelmed than others, or overwhelmed in different ways: this was in fact one of the things we learned. Each of us had to take two "typology" tests, the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) and the Intercultural Conflict Style Inventory (ICS). While presented with caveats ("this is just one typology," "each of us is all the things, some just take more effort"), we were encouraged publicly to identify with the indicated type - and so all our subsequent interactions were inflected by awareness of the dynamics of differences in orientation. 

For what it's worth, these tests suggested I'm sort of an "introvert" and a little less gung-ho about "direct" and "emotionally expressive" speech than many other participants.

For some with similar sensibilities, the garrulous form of this intensive was bruising. Constant talking with many interlocutors is draining rather than energizing, and loads of new information without quiet time for processing overwhelming. Some of my fellow participants were clearly suffering. 

My overwhelm peaked on Wednesday after an initially giddy pleasure at just how much was going on. I felt I was at capacity, wasn't taking much more in, and then a poorly designed group activity for which I was the designated facilitator - its already too-short time cut further by the preceding plenary's going overtime - really stressed me out (though my groupmates said they didn't notice!). Thursday was better, in part because the organizers, having learned in a feedback session that not everyone enjoyed the speed-dating tempo, ventilated the agenda a little. (There was even ten minutes set aside for quietly writing down your thoughts!) And today was just coasting... whee!

Having made it through, I am grateful at all we endeavored and grateful to have learned in practice what I've long known in theory: that there are many learning styles. The overwhelm contributed to the sense of achievement at the end, and learning why I was particularly exhausted by it useful self-knowledge... along with the recognition that others were thrilling to what we found tiring. I'll be more attentive to these issues in my teaching - as well, surely, as interactions at church.

As for the content - what did we (start to) learn? The joys and stresses and overwhelm were all part of it. How do organizations - in this case churches - remain "faithful, healthy and effective" in often overwhelming conditions? 

At right is the only of many flow-chart diagrams explicitly about religion. The rest were about how to build and maintain trust, how to gather data, how to manage and direct change, how to resolve conflict, etc. This curriculum, evidently new to all of us (laity and clergy, and not a few members of diocesan staffs, including three bishops!), strikes me as the sort of thing taught in business and management schools. The learning was through case study discussions, "learning through practice." But nothing was just theoretical. All of us were in this congregational-organization development space already, whether we knew it or not... and by the end of it, we all knew it.

The program winds up with a week next summer, but in the meantime the teams from various congregations are tasked with implementing a small-scale "intervention" employing one of the models we got to know. At the same time, conversations have started across congregations, and between congregational and diocesan communities, and will deepen in the shared language of CCD. I'm happy to be part of it. My tenure as warden at Holy Apostles ends in January; perhaps I'll find a place in some of the diocesan initiatives. All "types" got something to give!

The walls speak

This iteration of the College for Congregational Development is taking place in Thomas Berry Place, a retreat center on the campus of the Passionists in Jamaica, Queens. The place was renovated and named for the ecological mystic Berry in 2022, but the building is older, dating to the 1950s. A mural in the dining hall ambitiously represents the four sources of Berry's inspiration - indigenous knowledge, women, ancient traditions and science - but artistically it is less interesting than stained glass windows in the main hall where our plenary sessions take place. In deep colors glowing against brooding black when backlit by the light of the afternoon sun, their figures are bursting out of their frames into the brighter margins of distressed panes on either side, where various other symbols float (including a little demon impaled on a sword). Is the central figure Saint Paul of the Cross (1694-1775), founder of the Passionist Order? I'm hoping someone can tell me more about them.

The man who wasn't there

As the College for Congregational Development moved into its first full day, one of the trainers for the team I'm on was called away. The rector at Christ Church San Marcos in Tarrytown, he learned that an ICE operation was taking place in front of his church, a sanctuary church.

For the rest of the day, all our thoughts were with him and his community - and all our communities in this time of peril.

He was able to rejoin us at the retreat center in Queens by the time of Evening Prayer. He assured us that everyone in his community was safe and accounted for, but deeply shaken. And all is not well. 

What happened, according to a local news source:  

un­masked agents hand­cuffed an oth­er­wise uniden­ti­fied male—pos­si­bly some­one seek­ing refuge at the church. “We were ad­vised,” wrote [Tarrytown Police John] Chief Bar­balet, that they did not have a ju­dicial war­rant. Who the in­di­vid­ual was, what his le­gal sta­tus was and where he was taken are all ques­tions left unan­swered, pend­ing a re­sponse from ICE’s me­dia in­for­ma­tion of­fice in Wash­ing­ton.  

Who is that man, "possibly seeking refuge in the church," snatched from the street in broad daylight? Where is he now? How can we go on without knowing? Our hearts are breaking. This is life in America today.

CD + OD

Next adventure! As part of a team from my church, I'm spending the next week at the Thomas Berry retreat center in Queens as a student in the intensive College for Congregational Development. (We all committed to going back for another week next summer.) A project of the Episcopal Church, CCD brings together the fields of congregational and organization development. I'll tell you more about both of them when I have a better grasp. For starters the 40 or so of us (mostly from the Diocese of New York, which is sponsoring this cycle) populated this iceberg with visible and invisible challenges to the vitality and sustainability of congregations "of all sizes, locations and conditions." Organization development, we were promised, will bring the hidden factors "above the water line." Icebergs beware!

SAN --> JFK

無人

As my California sojourn winds down, had a chance to visit the Huntington again today. In the exhibition hall of their lovely Suzhou-inspired Chinese garden, painter 王滿晟 Wang Mansheng has created an immersive set of landscapes to explore, ink on silk so fine you can see each from both sides. There are no human forms or structures in the 

paintings of "無人 Without Us"; instead we encounter the effect of human intervention in the shapes of other viewers - and the way the silks gently saw as human bodies move the air. It's a transporting experience. But Wang's imagining a "pristine" nature before and, potentially, after humanity seems as much American as Chinese.

Trajectories

Crest Canyon crossings

SDBG

Plants at play at San Diego Botanical Garden

16:9

How have I come this far without realizing I could easily change the image aspect of photos taken on my iPhone? Thanks, sis!

Extension

Consolation of the sea

Bicameral mayday

When the omnibus reconciliation bill that has somehow taken the place of a properly announced and debated budget (how did they manage to break that norm too?!) was passed by the House, I felt the end of American democracy was near. In the meantime the Senate parliamentarian has, I think, stripped away the effort to kneecap the judiciary, but the reckless Supreme Court majority has since filled in the gap. Republican Senators in smoke-filled rooms have only made the bill even more regressive on care of the needy, fossil fuels, the terrorization of immigrants and the redistribution of wealth - not to mention national debt. And what gave me the worst chills remains, and the President's decision to celebrate the day at Florida's own future CECOT confirms the reality of the threat: they're building concentration camps. And we pay.