The practice in many branches of the Religious Society of Friends is to reflect on the spiritual health and/or unhealthiness of the meeting and capture some of the tensions, joys, anticipations, in the form of a write-up called the State of the Society report.
You can see where the US Americans might have copied, with their SOTU et al, or maybe we got it from the Iroquois originally, I don't remember.
After several hours of intense discussion, I released myself to walk down the street to inquire about San Miguel beer, a beverage from my young adulthood not often consumed in these parts. Lo and behold, they had some, so I took it to Steve's place, where he was doing his usual international Skyping and guitar strumming (good to be home again -- he's been away in Minneapolis).
I've got a drive out the gorge tonight, further than Hood River, to fetch some young Quakers and return them to Portland safely. I need to get out my maps and plot a course.
What we discussed is confidential for now, but of course we surveyed the timeline, pointed to various events. The delegation to Nicaragua was important, as was our involvement with the Occupy movement. We're also looking at many recent deaths and memorials.
This is an occasion for Worship and Ministry, and the Committee on Oversight, to get together and compare notes. The annual joint meeting is written into the script, as is so much of our yearly routine. We call ourselves "unprogrammed Friends" but of course that's a relative term. We're all running programs, says the engineer within (who has truth within too).
Friends up here always ask for news from Whittier. We keep tabs on one another that way.