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MKMMA Week 13 – Where Am I?

Sunday, December 29th, 2013

Mark and Davene were straight in when they cautioned us about having our focus disrupted over the holiday. I imagine those of you who like me traveled to visit others may have experienced similar challenges.

It’s not that I got off track with my readings and exercises – I made sure to be faithful to that. It wasn’t always easy and the schedule was pretty irregular much of the time, especially the mid-day sessions. But I made sure to do them

In fact if you haven’t already realized it, the “NARC” exercise that Mark introduced – maybe I should say “formally introduced” – on our last call is actually something we’ve been learning to do all along. He seems to enjoy that sort of thing. Kind of sneaking it in there unnoticed.

We’ve been anchoring doing the small services with keeping our promises and feeling good, so that when we miss by a bit or are unable to do everything we’ve promised due to things like schedules and unforeseen interruptions – ours and other peoples – we feel bad. And I kind of like that. Helps keep me on track.

But beyond the readings and exercises, I found myself feeling unfocused, a bit confused and a bit uncomfortable.

We’ve been creating and living by the habits of doing our exercises at specific times, in the same locations, anchoring that to being our normal way of doing things. Being in a different environment with all sorts of different and unfamiliar sensory inputs threw everything off, leaving me feeling a  bit dazed and drifting.

Good to realize this – to realize that the habits and routines are working, and to realize that I need to be prepared for the changes of breaking those routines so that we’re more flexible and more quickly and easily adaptable to new situations, while maintaining our focus.

Good to realize too that we’re becoming more and more able to recognize and learn from situations that don’t go quite as expected as we are when everything goes along according to plan.

Nonetheless, I’m finding I’m having to concentrate to regain my focus that was so clear a week ago. As I was traveling – driving – to my holiday destination my head and ears were full of clear business plans and thinking By the time I drove back – maybe a good analogy is that feeling when you suddenly wake up from one of those weird dreams that don’t make any sense (you do have those too, don’t you?) and you’re trying to regain your bearings.

And it’s only just begun.

Happy New Year!

 

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MKMMA Week 6-1/2 – Three Feet From a Promise

Monday, November 11th, 2013

Each week as part of our exercises in the Master Key Master Mind Alliance, to reprogram our subconscious minds to believing what we say, we are asked to add a new service, a simple task to be completed by the end of the week.

On last Sunday’s call Mark J emphasized “living by the compass” rather than the clock, and asked that we all get a simple compass to carry with us as a reminder.

I immediately thought “great, fantastic, I have that really neat sighting compass I used to use in my photography.

It’s a camping/hiking/survival compass, has a lid with a mirror and guide line to plot your course, really nice one. I’d used it in conjunction with a gadget named a “Sundicator”, a little plastic disc which would tell me where the sun would be at a particular time on a given day. That way I could plan my shooting so the sun would be where I wanted on my subject.

Of course now I have not one but several “apps” that do all that quickly and easily so the compass has been put up “somewhere” for several years. Where?

I instantly turned to the drawers where I stash my unused photo stuff, but it wasn’t anywhere in there. I did find the box with the other Sundicators – they came in a set for different latitudes, since where you are on the earth will determine where the sun will be on a given time and day …

Okay, never mind all that. If you understood what I just wrote you’re clearly as geeky as I am. If you didn’t, don’t worry. It’s not important for the story.

What I DID find in the box, wrapped in foam, was the little brass compass that was included in the kit. Unused, since I’d always used my neat sighting compass. Which was nowhere to be seen.

So although I now had a compass to fulfill the assignment, I decided I HAD to find my “good” one, and so last week added the service “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th”.

After scouring all the drawers for a second and third time, I began rummaging through the dozen boxes that are in the corner of my office since my move-in three years ago, full of stuff I figured I’d need badly enough not to resign to the storage space I’d rented. Naturally I rarely need any of that stuff.

Nothing in there.

“When did I start using the apps, was it before I moved? Could it be in the storage room?” let’s see, I always had it in the camera bag, and I’ve switched bags several times over the past few years. I’d put the unused ones in the storage room, out of the way.

So Tuesday it was off to the storage facility, and searching through the camera bags – to no avail.

“What about all these other boxes, piled ten-deep – they’re all clothes and kitchen stuff, I’m 99% sure. I’m not ready to tear everything in the room apart. After all I DO have A compass to use.”

At this point it was becoming as much of an obsession as a promise. I had even changed it on one of the cards from “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th” to “I promise to look for my good compass by November 10th”. But the subbie was having none of that.

“What about my flight bag up in the attic? I haven’t flown for a couple of years – did I somehow stick it in there?” Nope. But hey, there’s that flashlight I’d been looking for!

Now it was Sunday morning, November 10th. I’ve looked in every nook and cranny of the house, and wasn’t about to completely unpack the storage room.

“What about that box of maps and charts? Isn’t that somewhere in the storage room? Maybe it’s in there.”

ONE more trip to the storage room, and that is it. This is becoming such an obsession, I’m concerned I’m anchoring looking for something with not getting what I’m looking for – I DON’T want to do that! Of course, nothing there.

Okay. I’ve given this an Olympic effort. I’ll be moving again in three to six months, unpacking all those boxes. It’s in one of them; I’ll just wait until then. I do have a compass to use now. I WILL NOT completely unload the storage room over this.

I’d done just about everything I could think of. Had very good, logical reasons for abandoning the search. I really was concerned with creating bad anchors in the process of trying to create a good habit.

Drove back home. Sat momentarily in the truck, looked around. The utility bag I keep in there as my “mobile office”? I’ve rearranged that thing several times recently. Nope.

The console between the seats? Same thing. Same result. There’s no reason it would be in the truck – I always had it in the camera bag.

What’s in the glove compartment? Owner’s manual. Huh, I’d forgotten about those sunglasses. Geeze these earbuds are for an earpiece I had three phones back, guess they’re trash. And this brittle piece of plastic bag? More trash?

 

Huh. Oh. It’s the little bag with the Sundicator. And the compass. How about that.

 

There it was. After searching all over MY world for the week, and deciding it was time to quit. I reached over three feet to the glove box. And there it was.

I’ve read the stories about “Acres of Diamonds” and Darby’s gold mine, and all the motivational quips about how many have found success just past the point where they were about to give up. Got it intellectually, thought I’d really taken it to heart.

But never has it hit home so completely as being three feet from success all week. And making that one extra try.

From this moment on, there is no doubt. I absolutely, ALWAYS keep my promises.

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MKMMA Week 6 – The Shapes of Things to Come

Thursday, November 7th, 2013

We’ve been using colored shapes in our DMPs, movie trailer and promise cards for most of the past five weeks. This week we’ve bumped it up a big notch, creating posters and adding our PPN’s into the shapes.

If we’ve been casually observing them in the world around us previously, this week they’re impossible to avoid!

it’s interesting that on last Sunday’s MKMMA call Mark mentioned someone who had begun to notice green triangles in pine trees. I had been seeing the same thing during that week before.

Seems we’re all seeing similar things lately. Mass illusions or Mass-terminding? Is there really a difference other than the focus and purpose of the thoughts – the mechanism of our concentration?

 

It’s early November here in the Mid-Atlantic. Come to think of it, it’s probably early November wherever you are too …

Well, anyway, what that means here is for the past two weeks  my fellow photographers, photography students and I had all been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the “fall colors”. They seemed to be very late in appearing, and many had concluded that this would be a less-than spectacular fall, with leaves just turning brown and dropping.

Then late last week, they seemed to have changed overnight. One evening we all went to bed with green and brown trees, and the next morning woke up in a sea of color!

I went out for a walk in the neighborhood that day. (Walking is my second, and sometimes even more beneficial form of “sit”.)

At first I began to notice the green triangles in the evergreens, from the towering white pines to the small sculpted bushes in the landscaping surrounding all the homes. Then I realized that the big glowing yellow maples had a sort of square-ish, if free-form shape to them.

Then there were the red dogwoods, the red-orange cherries, and those shrubs I don’t know the name of that are green all summer and turn a bright red in late fall. All brilliant red orbs.

I was surprised too, upon really concentrating, how many of the homes have blue siding, blue shutters, and how even the blue sky, viewed through the frame of our field of vision, takes on a blue rectangle form.

Now I’m completely surrounded by reds and greens and yellow and blues, all anchored to my personal pivotal needs and purpose!

And then there’s that one house, Williamsburg blue siding, yellow window trim and shutters, with 20 – maybe 30 little green evergreen cones along the front, the red Japanese maple, the red dogwood, the red-orange cherry, the blue sky behind … BAM! Fuggeddaboudit!!

“No, really, I’m not staking out that house. No I’m not lurking. No really, call Mark, he’ll tell you all about it, no, wait, I … oh cool, your light bar has little flashing red circles in it …”

 

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