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More head-switching
Apr. 9th, 2024 08:43 pmI'm getting so dizzy with changing heads that I'm forgetting the things I'm already committed to! Today, I offered to support a project board that I set up the meeting for... Next week is a lot less cluttered, so I'm going to take some time to just take stock, I think.
The PMF is looking quite different from what Tigger and I worked on a couple of weeks ago, and I've booked a 9am meeting to give them a heads up - I don't want them to come in to the group session later in the morning and not know what I've done. I'm happy that what I've documented works, but I'm not sure what impact it will have on the plans they've already created. Also, the stages we were looking at were based on someone else's process; we had to sort of retrofit the activities for each stage, which feels back-to-front. We should be documenting OUR process, not forcing it to fit someone else's. That's how I'm going to frame it, anyway. On the other hand, what I've ended up with is heavily influenced by the two people who should really have the least say! But that doesn't mean they're wrong...
My current line manager has asked me to facilitate a group that is not directly in my sphere of work and suggested there might be some pushback from my new line manager because it isn't a project board. However, we agreed that it will have an impact on my broader role and will be a big help to me, particularly in knowing what might be coming down the pipeline.
At prayers tonight we read another of the 'empty tomb' narratives. It's curious that we seem to be making our way through all of them, and they're all in the Lectionary for Tuesday evenings! Tonight's was John's version, where Mary Magdalene recognises the risen Jesus when he speaks her name. I think there's a level at which God knows our true name.
My maternal grandmother's given name was Nora Irene. Most people called her Nora or Gangan - my name for her when I was little that stuck. The vicar at her funeral, who didn't know her personally, kept calling her 'Nora Irene' because, he said, that was her true name, given at her baptism, and was how God knew her. But she was also Mum and Gangan! More people (not just family members) called her Gangan than EVER called her Nora Irene! How belittling of God to suggest God only recognises our baptismal name. My grandchildren aren't baptised - does God not know them at all? On the train up to Blackpool, my mum asked me to say a few words, which left me a bit stunned. What should I say?! At first I said I couldn't but husband encouraged me to try - and it all came pouring out. One of the first things I wrote was about extended family and friends calling her 'Gangan' and after the fifth reference to 'Nora Irene' I was so glad I did! I also talked about the tin bath in front of the fire before her bathroom was put in, and rhubarb crumble made from the rhubarb growing in her garden.
My sister-in-law's given name was 'Mary' but she was known as 'Lynn' - but the priest at her funeral referred to her as 'Mary' throughout, presumably for the same stupid reason. It's such a simple thing to ask - 'how did you know x?'. Brother-in-law was Peter Anthony but was known as 'Tony' - and the minister referred to him as 'Tony'. It made such a difference.
The Ancient Egyptians believed that people achieved immortality through the speaking of their names. That was why they built little altars for the deceased, so the living could visit and speak their names. They would have been VERY particular about getting the right name :D But I do think there's some truth in the idea. My grandmother, sil and bil all live on in our memories, whenever we share their names.
The PMF is looking quite different from what Tigger and I worked on a couple of weeks ago, and I've booked a 9am meeting to give them a heads up - I don't want them to come in to the group session later in the morning and not know what I've done. I'm happy that what I've documented works, but I'm not sure what impact it will have on the plans they've already created. Also, the stages we were looking at were based on someone else's process; we had to sort of retrofit the activities for each stage, which feels back-to-front. We should be documenting OUR process, not forcing it to fit someone else's. That's how I'm going to frame it, anyway. On the other hand, what I've ended up with is heavily influenced by the two people who should really have the least say! But that doesn't mean they're wrong...
My current line manager has asked me to facilitate a group that is not directly in my sphere of work and suggested there might be some pushback from my new line manager because it isn't a project board. However, we agreed that it will have an impact on my broader role and will be a big help to me, particularly in knowing what might be coming down the pipeline.
At prayers tonight we read another of the 'empty tomb' narratives. It's curious that we seem to be making our way through all of them, and they're all in the Lectionary for Tuesday evenings! Tonight's was John's version, where Mary Magdalene recognises the risen Jesus when he speaks her name. I think there's a level at which God knows our true name.
My maternal grandmother's given name was Nora Irene. Most people called her Nora or Gangan - my name for her when I was little that stuck. The vicar at her funeral, who didn't know her personally, kept calling her 'Nora Irene' because, he said, that was her true name, given at her baptism, and was how God knew her. But she was also Mum and Gangan! More people (not just family members) called her Gangan than EVER called her Nora Irene! How belittling of God to suggest God only recognises our baptismal name. My grandchildren aren't baptised - does God not know them at all? On the train up to Blackpool, my mum asked me to say a few words, which left me a bit stunned. What should I say?! At first I said I couldn't but husband encouraged me to try - and it all came pouring out. One of the first things I wrote was about extended family and friends calling her 'Gangan' and after the fifth reference to 'Nora Irene' I was so glad I did! I also talked about the tin bath in front of the fire before her bathroom was put in, and rhubarb crumble made from the rhubarb growing in her garden.
My sister-in-law's given name was 'Mary' but she was known as 'Lynn' - but the priest at her funeral referred to her as 'Mary' throughout, presumably for the same stupid reason. It's such a simple thing to ask - 'how did you know x?'. Brother-in-law was Peter Anthony but was known as 'Tony' - and the minister referred to him as 'Tony'. It made such a difference.
The Ancient Egyptians believed that people achieved immortality through the speaking of their names. That was why they built little altars for the deceased, so the living could visit and speak their names. They would have been VERY particular about getting the right name :D But I do think there's some truth in the idea. My grandmother, sil and bil all live on in our memories, whenever we share their names.
