Purpose, Passion, Medicine-- They Mean the Same Thing

I've had a busy past three days.  Here is where I've been:

Thursday AM:  Networking Event to hear sassy 51 year old Nancy Soloman do her schtick about leaving the fashion industry from it's heights to recreate herself in the west with authentic work.   What you would have noticed had you been there is:  Bad career moves make for funny breakfast keynotes.  Business people at full-throttle pack a lot of voomf.   We were inspired to be courageous -- to be willing to be on purpose in your life.  To give ourselves permission to be great.  To be a leader-- taking our purpose and making a difference. Nancy gave us a take-home handout to answer the question:  What is my purpose. That event ended with Mary Oliver poem No. 1. 

Friday AM:  Rainier Club, 110+ years serving the better half (dare I say, top 10% of Seattle) for a breakfast meeting of woman where I was served the very best egg-thing I have ever eaten. It was a type of quiche with a layer that I think might have been ground truffles with a light swirling around the sides of roasted red pepper coulis.  The club is expensive ($1,800 to join, $180/month membership dues, and then payment for the events you actually attend, plus parking).  I'm a provisional (free) member for two months while I check it out.  I thought to myself as I ate 5 bites of this heaven-breakfast (who needs more bites of perfection), you could join simply to make sure that you eat exquisite food (and I mean EXQUISITE) regularly.  This is the same reasoning that TimeShare outfits use to get you to join.   As we ate, we answered posed question about passion and profession, and how have we mixed the two.   We ended our under-stated, stately breakfast in the room with muted tones with the second Mary Oliver poem:  When Death Comes... "When it is over, I want to say, all my life I as a bride.... and a bridegroom.... I don't want to have simply visited the world....."

Friday afternoon and today Saturday:  I hit the Norwac (Northwest Astrological Association Conference), 24th annual event.  Coming from the other two events, the crowd seemed like a group of middle-aged group of gamers (having never seen a room of middle-aged gamers, I'm guessing).  Brighter colors than you typically see.  Frumpier silloettes. In fact, by and large, a fairly overweight crowd compared to the other places I've been this week.  Some would same, a down-right weird looking bunch of people.  Sort of scary if the two other venues I've described are more your type of function.  But boy, today's speach by Sheila Belange shook the room.  Her message:  Jupiter's in Scorpio, Saturn's in Leo, Neptune's in Acquarius, so get over your wounds of belonging, the tribe needs your particular medicine; build what you love; show up and say what needs to be said; dive deep in your quest to know.  We ended with Mary Oliver poem no. 3. 

These represent three radically different slices of Seattle and they all spouted the same message.  Get down with the business of doing what you love, do it boldy, the world can't wait anymore. We need everyone to contribute their part.  It will take all of our expressed diversity to solve the pickle we've gotten this world into.  You matter. You doing and being what you love matters.