If I could Meet... Whole Foods!

If I arranged a meeting with Mackey,

     Hopefully I wouldn't have to answer a billion no less than time's worth a dollar amount of questions, possibly I wouldn't have to say much at all for him to see the depth of passion my heart has to utilize the empathetic imagination engine within to inspire hope in others who suffer as I once suffered.

    Not only that, but to reach out positively and interact, whether that be face to face with customers in Whole Foods at store level or a broader scope; for instance blogging, social media, 'poetically hope infused motivational speaking,' telling a story of how Whole Foods Market altered my perception of both food and my body or at least played a massive part in it. I say 'motivational' because that is the term used for public speaking on behalf of an issue or to raise awareness of or even to grant a little bit of hope via smiles.
  
     But of course the audience varies and so to must the verbiage. One cannot speak to a high school, in class or auditorium, in the same manner as unto young adults or parents. Parents and university students will want a more focused plan of a session, knowing what they can take out of it and apply at home, while students must adhere to the dialogue with a laugh as to make light of hope shine about very dismal and oft deadly subject; Mental Illness, of which Eating Disorders has the deadliest rates.

     How to become a professional 'motivational poetic hope speaker;' really there isn't a way. I don't have the funds nor will I ever, to go back to school and come out with a myriad of papers that say 'Juton can now officially help people within the landscape of Mental Illness, in its personal association known as Eating Disorder(s) both Anorexia, Bulimia and EDNOS.

    Most everyone who suffers from eating disorders is misunderstood, lonely and has all their self worth attached to a physical appearance within their mind that they may never ever be, this is of course the Eating Disorders inclined for weight lose, there are those of which cause weight gain tied in with depression, though that is not uncommon with those who suffer from the landscape of Eating Disorders, Mental Ill Health. They don't want 'treatment' because that is goal oriented, just like their desire to appear one way (thin) in order to be accepted it is merely the reversal by a medical practice.

     This is a massive problem as its goal is measurements of reverse origin the Mentally Ill desire via the Eating Disorder. Getting them to put on weight and then discharging them at a certain level is not responsible. For in most cases the desire and acceptance association is still linked to physical appearance and thus they will merely drop the weight once out of 'treatment.'

     What people need is someone they trust... To eventually ask them, personally, 'what's happened to you...?' The empowerment of the conundrum that is the illness itself is, at its very core, the lack of acceptance, understanding and thus their own self esteem and mental health. The system is set up to discovery, diagnose and treat, finding out 'what's wrong with them,' so that an applicable treatment, in patient or out patient, program can be prescribed to their 'what's wrong with you diagnosis scenario.'

     But the ultimate goal should not be to solve a physical appearance, for it cannot disguise the hurt within, at least not in the long run of life's oh so dreary, oft not happy, road.

     So I would call it 'stage support,' a poetic hope inspiring summit at the plateau of sorrow.' Sounds catchy, but really it's just the poetry bursting forth in an awkward manner as to tear down the walls of 'what one expects' from a 'motivational speech' given from a stage unto an audience, so that a personalized experience with said audience that brings them into themselves and the moment. For in a moment can a smile of hope be born, relationships unbeknownst are created and are empowered to carry into the future.

    For a smile given unto another is like a pin dropping into the pond of another's face, it ripples down stream with them throughout the day, touching those in their workplace and eventually that tiny ripple, better analogy than the butter fly effect, reaches the sea; the ocean that is their home! Therein is where much of the mending takes place, for more often than not 'what's happened to you,' started within the walls we call 'home.'

      If we can heal the ancient woes and tragedies within ourselves that abide the function of place entitled 'home,' then it becomes us. Our hearts become 'home,' and we can be content where ever on this earth we roam.

     Not that life shall ever be any applicable function of the word 'perfect,' but that never really was tied to our happiness in the first place; Acceptance was, and in accepting ourselves through mending in the aftermath of hope's survival rate of that illness or any other sorrow in life, we can at the very least be content.

     Just as I am to write and perform poetry whilst working full time as nothing more than a Grocery Clerk, despite my qualifications; inspiring hope, smiles and peer support via the social media to stage story telling in a style that best suites the sight is all that I long for in life.

     I once attempted to climb the corporate ladder, I also tried to live outside the grid on my own sailboat I lived for two years but I could not escape that which I have been called to do with my life. I exist to utilize the compassionate empathetic imagination engine that drive my unique words for the betterment of this planet, Sandcastle Earth.

    Whether doing social commentary podcast poetry on social stigma, debt, mental health, domestic violence or quirky cute nerd poetry about spreadsheets and mathematics blogged simply to inspire laughter, I live to write and write to so that I might die empty and devoid of regret knowing that with  every second of my existence I attempted to achieve my silly aspirations, to lead by example, cheer other people on or inspire dreams to be followed. Chivalry is not yet quite dead!

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton

Ps. Got a little off track there, but  that's what happens when you can write endlessly and don't know what will spark your audience (you my good sir, Mr. Mackey) to give a gander in your direction. Yes, you are correct, I have no idea who you are, as a person, but I know the core values you've created that wrap your company in a bundle of 'my hopes and joys,' so it is that I reach out.