Monday, June 12, 2006


Last night I went to a Process Work party with SK. It was a birthday party for a very, very long-time and well-loved member of the community and it was interesting to watch the dynamics among the people who were there in Zurich at the beginning of what became Process Work, people who have known and loved each other for twenty, thirty years, depending which people you're talking about, and the layers upon layers of new-comers, mostly sitting reverently by, just soaking up the contact with their elders.

I was a little awkward, but it was ok. There was wine and several people I knew. The weather was wonderful and the house was in the West Hills, clinging to the side of one of those hills, actually, and we spent a lot of time out on the back deck which dropped off into a steep, lush ravine. Gorgeous. Everyone was warm and happy to be together and I sat with SK, at times wanting to crawl into her lap.

We left after one short hour to run to the airport to pick up Dutch who was just coming back from Holland after getting her PhD in Organizational Psychology. So now she is Dr. Dutch! She was exhausted from a long flight but very happy to see us. We wanted to bring her back to the party, but she was too tired. She was a sweetheart and brought me back a treat, some funny little butter-syrup waffle cakes. At first I was *mildly* disappointed that she hadn't brought me back the super-yummy, salty licorice she'd gotten me years ago in Holland, but then I tried one of the waffles and wow! They're really good and unusual and now I'm happy to have gotten something different.

Back at the party, after dropping Dutch off at her apartment, we were too late to get any of the food (brats and a huge hunk of smoked salmon, among other things, which had seemed plentiful when we left) -- but we got there in time for the "speeches." When SK said, "Oh, we're back in time for the speeches," I think I groaned b/c I've been conditioned to associate "speeches" with some kind of unpleasant, forced formality of speaking. However, these "speeches" were just really sweet reminescences by the birthday boy's oldest and dearest friends, almost all funny stories, many of which to do with his old, long-deceased dog that everyone seemed to remember fondly. It was like peeking in on someone else's family reunion -- full of love and warmth and laughter and the timing, of course, was perfect. Nothing dragged on too long, the speeches ended just when they should have, the cake was promptly presented, cut, dispersed, and done, and the crowd began to trickle out magically. We all disappeared into the night before 10:30 and it was lovely.


Blogger qaiz said...

Sounds like you had a good time.. Very cool.

I once read somewhere that one should never attend any company organized events, or, when attending, leave shortly thereafter.. I think i read it in some book about how to be a CEO.. It was written in light of the fact that mixing with co-workers is just not a good idea.. regardless of the situation..

I don't know if agree with it - but i've tried to live by it and it's worked so far.. i've been to one company party (maybe two) in five years of employment... and rarely, almost never, do lunch with staff members..

maybe i'm not right in this .. (?)..


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