photo taken in Washington, DC at the We Are One concert. January 18, 2009

i was going to write a post today called blah. and then i was going to fill it up with blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and so forth. how funny and original of me. perhaps an accurate portrayal of today's experience, but probably not that useful. then i had an insightful conversation with a wise woman who's known purpose is to heal the planet. lofty? maybe. but she's doing it. in her own fabulous and unexpected way. and i'm proud of her. and proud to know her and behold her process. and inspired by the assuredness of her conviction, too. so, then, the (obvious) question was posed: do i know my purpose? and, lucky for me, i actually do. i've always known that my purpose is to connect. to bring people together so that we can foster in one another the finding of our deeper selves, our truest experiences. to witness our fallibility and our commonality. i want nothing more than to experience this thing called connection, defined by me as that moment of knowing. of feeling superbly placed to behold whatever it is that is happening. that lucid shining fantastic glorious hum of LOVE that rises up when we recognize that we are not alone. not even when we're lonely. or feeling blah. i want more of THAT. and i want others to have it, too. i want to provide spaces, and opportunities and beautiful creations to inspire the magic to happen. to travel anywhere and everywhere and right here to feel IT more. and then give it back. i guess our purpose is most revealing of what we need the most in ourselves. it's the most authentic and altruistic offering–i give you what i need most. you are what you seek. i think my friend needed healing along the way. and i needed connection.