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The Sun Goes Up, The Sun Goes Down

Friday, March 21st, 2014

I’m not sure whether Scroll IV of The Greatest Salesman in the World has arrived in harmony with my current events, or whether my reality is trying to copy the near manic-depressive cycles Og alludes to in the scroll, but the timing as always is perfect.

The past two months have humbled me and splashed a cold dose of reality on what I had been feeling was a confidently effortless progression of the first three and a half months of the MKMMA.

Recent events are constantly challenging my new inner poise and composure, and I find myself continuously restarting the mental diet. Perhaps the awareness that I do need to restart the diet illustrates progress from who and where I was back in September.

This week’s addition of the Law of Least Effort to our daily experiences has taken this all to a new level. I find that there are situations where I seem to be applying the qualities of acceptance. Responsibility and Defenselessness completely unconsciously, where perhaps in the past I would have been more critical and opinionated.

But it’s the times where I find myself catching my reactions and consciously applying these three steps that give the most pause. The more challenging the situation the greater the effort I need to apply to cause myself live within these principles.

Isn’t that a bit of a contradiction – the greatest effort to experience the Law of Least Effort?

As always this just illustrates that we’re on a continuing, evolving journey, not arriving at some final destination. Whenever we find ourselves complacent in having achieved some level of consciousness that’s the Universe’s cue to remind us that there is no such condition in life as static equilibrium. we are always in motion, and if we’re not intentionally moving forward we’ll soon find we’re falling backward.

The one thing I find I can latch onto in these challenging events is the realization that I’m being presented with new opportunities, and by focusing on finding what and where those are I tend to accept and not defend almost naturally. Not so much by “not doing” the thing but that by concentrating on looking for the opportunities I ignore the demands of emotional reaction and opinion, and by doing so, those thing dissipate.

All the way back to the beginning – what we give attention to grows, what we ignore atrophies.

Maybe somewhere deep inside all of this chaos the progress of the past five months really is there at work …

 

 

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MKMMA Week 22 – A Capitol Idea

Saturday, March 8th, 2014

The recommendation this week to spend three days in silence is extremely appealing to me, especially as the current events in my life pretty much preclude it happening at the moment. Too many activities that require human communication.

True, that is a choice, and I could choose to ignore those activities and retreat to a prolonged silence, but I would most likely not be pleased with the long-term outcomes of that choice. So I choose to do those things now, and look forward to days of solitude in the months ahead.

Instead I’m using the “power nap” approach, finding silence where and when I can, 30 minutes here, an hour there. Sometimes in the most non-traditional places.

Most people have at least heard of the Capitol Beltway, that 66-mile ring of pavement surrounding Washington, DC. You can drive around the nation’s capitol in circles for hours and even days and never go anywhere; most appropriate for a ring around THIS city. I suspect its original intention was to try to contain the inmates within the confines of Washington, but that never worked.

So it’s now the most direct and occasionally convenient route for intercourse between Maryland and Virginia, allowing us all to bypass having to drive by the White House and be strip searched by Homeland Security every time we need to run an errand across the river.

On Wednesday, following my meeting in Virginia, I got on the Beltway to return to my home in Maryland. Entering in free-flowing traffic, at what is pretty much the last place on or off before reaching the Potomac and the bridge to Maryland.

And braking with everyone else just a short distance later (though beyond sight of the road I had just come off, where I still had a chance to take an alternate route). All four lanes at a complete standstill.

I turned on the traffic radio just in time to hear that “the big story today is the jack-knifed tractor-trailer just before the American Legion Bridge heading from Virginia into Maryland.” Blocking all four lanes. Making it a less convenient route at that moment.

The road sign along the highway declared “GW Pkwy 2; Potomac River 2-1/2”.

Miles, not a score. No one was winning this day.

So there I sat, 2-1/2 miles behind the accident that blocked my path home, with no way to get off the Beltway.

But an interesting thing happened. Or, perhaps I should say I made an interesting choice.

Rather than fuss and fume and restart the mental diet every thirty seconds as I would have done in the past, I realized, “I’m going to be here for a while, alone in the car – looks like a great time for an extended sit”.

That hour and a half silence, as well as several other extended sits this week, together with last week’s conversation on thinking Big Thoughts, has caused me to reconsider my DMP much more clearly.

I realize that previous attempts at re-writes were always still just rearranging the list of “things”, rather than focusing energy on the core purpose. I’m now in the process of a much more meaningful re-evaluation of the DMP, a leaner, cleaner more concentrated look at the true Big Idea behind it all.

But I’m still going to be sure I tune in to the traffic report BEFORE I get on to the Beltway from now on.

 

 

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MKMMA Week 20 Do-Be-Do-Be-Do

Saturday, February 22nd, 2014

That’s how Frankie sang it. That’s how we all learned to attempt to build our lives. And it seems for me to still be the difficult change in thinking to make. Because in reality it should be Be-Do-Be-Do-Be.

Our old blueprint is that we must do things to make us what we want to be, what we want to have. Not do things as in taking action – that is still necessary – but as in directing and controlling the whole process.

Concentrating on the “how to”, rather than on the ultimate result we desire. Directing the Universe, rather than concentrating on the result and letting the Universal Mind do the work, the way it’s supposed to.

I am improving. Focusing on what and who I want to be and letting the answers to “how” flow to me. And I experience the results of doing that when I do “get it right”, when I let go of trying to oversee the process. It’s often – at this point I’d say it’s usually – in a completely different form than what I originally envision, and what I would have planned and directed by my conscious mind “being in charge”.

But it winds up being exactly what I asked for.

And yet I still find myself wanting to direct the process at times. Whether I feel things are not happening fast enough, don’t seem to be progressing in the direction I want, when I start to think that my goal is “too big” to be left to “chance”, I start to focus on designing the process rather than concentrating on the outcome. Thus probably slowing things down, rather than helping.

The good news it that I am noticing things happening in spite of my interference. When I find myself dwelling on a negative aspect – catching myself and redirecting my thoughts, but still not staying “pure” and “clear” in my thinking – I find that I experience the desired end result after all.

I’ve read somewhere, I’m not sure that it is in the MKMMA or Mark’s stuff, but in something I’ve read over the years, that there’s a tipping point, a “51%” level, where the preponderance of your thinking governs events.

Perhaps I’ve achieved that level. Maybe that’s the best we can expect at any given time. It appears that many of us are realizing that this is not a simple, clean, once-and done process. Making over our lives is a continuous work in progress. Life itself is a continuous work in progress.

There is no ultimate “getting there” where it’s all smooth and easy and finished. It’s all about the journey. Each experience creates new opportunities, new options, and new challenges. We’re continuously making and re-making ourselves. There’s always something.

And I’m okay with that.

… Strangers in the night, hm hm hm hm hmm …

 

 

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MKMMA Week 19 – Reboot

Sunday, February 16th, 2014

It would seem that the several “lost weeks” in January had a greater impact on me that I expected.

I’ve already written of keeping up as much as possible, and doing my best to maintain the polish on my Buddha in a steady stream of cement. (Interesting, when you Google “cement Buddha” for a quick spell-check, you find a myriad of offers to sell Buddhas made of cement, but only the faintest whisper of the concept we’re familiar with begins to appear four or five pages deep.)

At any rate, now back to the pace of what more or less constitutes “normality” for me, I find that while I’m back on track with the exercises and assignments and staying on pace in principle, something is missing. More and more I find I need to force myself to concentrate on following the “habits” that we/I have been steadily introducing over the past four and a half months.

It appears that those fragile new habits have been disrupted by the brusque intrusion of “outside world reality” they were subjected to, and rather that instinctively react and respond as I’ve been training myself to do, I once again have to consciously act with intention and attention to overcome the old blueprint.

Those seemingly silly and simple little exercises we’ve been doing since October have taken on a renewed meaning as I assign new “services” to retrain myself in my new habits. The 7-day diet is restarted about once an hour. Rather than being instantly aware of the display of the characteristics of the Makeover, I find I’m realizing them only later in conscious review of the day’s events.

I suspect I’m discovering what some of you have already realized, and what Mark, Davene and the crew are well aware of – that this entire 26-week program is not a one-time head-to-toe makeover fix. Go through it once and it’s done. Uh-uh.

As long as we’re striving to excel in a world dead set on mediocrity, as long as we’re determined to become more than the “norm” says we should be and to be what we are all truly capable of, we are in a constant process of growth, setback, recovery and regrowth.

Hopefully, and most certainly as we become stronger and the new blueprint we’re instilling becomes more and more our controlling guide, each stage is more two steps forward, one step back. If at this point it’s the other way around, well, that just means we’re still developing those mental and emotional muscles.

This week’s exercise of focused concentration is quite timely for me, as I find this is the only way to force myself back on track.

When we’re subjected to a physical injury – a broken bone, severe cut or the like, that point at which that injury heals, the scar, becomes the strongest point in that part of the body when subjected to stresses that could cause re-injury. I suspect there’s some of that going on here as well.

 

 

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MKMMA Week 18+ – Dead Men Tell No Tales

Sunday, February 9th, 2014

But their next of kin will talk your ear off!

Due to the scheduling challenges I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, I just today was able to view the week 18 webinar replay. There I learned that the assignment to read at least two obituaries each day had been extended through this week.

With no knowledge that this had been assigned, I had already been following this daily exercise on my own since its beginning, as a fascination of what I learn with each reading. I realize this is my second post on this subject, but I was moved to share additional insights even yesterday, prior to learning this afternoon that these reading are part of our current week’s itinerary.

In the event you’re not familiar with newspaper concepts, “column inches” are the standard by which all newsprint content is judged. As an editorial writer the greater space your article receives is often viewed as a  reflection of your implied status to the paper. Advertising space is sold in column inches.

And obituaries, which are typically paid for by the poster, appear in column inches. The Washington Post obit pages are six columns by the full newspaper page length – measured at about 21 inches with a small allowance for borders.

A typical obituary in the Post will run about 2-3 inches in one column. Add an inch if there is a photo. (The photos chosen for obituaries are a topic for an entire post in itself – especially recalling that it’s the family who chooses how the departed should be remembered.)

So why all this review of the technical workings of the fourth estate?

What caught my eye yesterday were two listings that were two-column by five and six inches respectively. It stands to reason that the greater the space, the more room for copy content. And as you’re reading these you probably realize that the more typical posing is 80% a listing of the surviving next of kin – in some cases looking like the writer feared reprisal from any even distant family member left off the list.

These two-column memorials were no such thing. Rather , both were moving mini-biographies of the departed’s life and legacy. Each left me feeling rewarded for having shared the experience of their life.

And then today I discover a listing that runs two columns by an entire half page (about 11 inches)! It was a grand biography of the accomplishments in the life of a clearly beloved family member.

Thinking of the first of the three questions posed as we read these obits, I sense that the people I “meet” in these extended memorials, rather than ask for one more day, would ask me to live up to the challenge: “seek to live as rich, full and meaningful a life as possible, that you will be remembered this way too.”

 

 

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MKMMA Week 17 – Thank You, Brother

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Yes, these posts will be a little out of order – I’ll do my best to put them up in some semblance of chronological sequence. After working the Washington Auto Show for the past two weeks with no time to write (and barely time to think!), they’re all in my head and trying to get out at the same time. Guess I could have worse demons.

 

One of the activities I participate in during my annual Washington Auto Show photography project is working with the “celebrities” who make appearances to draw attendance to the show.

Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to meet and interact with a number of sports personalities, television stars, wrestlers (always the biggest draw in terms of fans!) and the famous, once-famous and near-famous in various walks of life.

Here’s one thing I’ve learned – drum roll please – they’re people. And just like any other group of people you’ll likely encounter, each has their own unique personality.

Some are truly star-struck by their own popularity. Some are humble, simple people who turn on the character when they’re on. Some are a bit aloof and blasé and maybe a bit too fond of themselves. Others, the majority, are there because they truly love the attention of the fans, and clearly adore them as much as the fans adore the stars.

This year I had the unparalleled pleasure of working with Kevin Mack and “Horny Mike” two of the cast of History Channel’s “Counting Cars”.

That’s Counting Cars, on the History Channel, Tuesdays at 9:00pm Eastern. I know this by heart because that was the consistent plug they put in to anyone who might have been a little fuzzy as to who they were. Always delivered with a grin and a chuckle, but – always – delivered. Always promoting.

Telling everyone they meet who they are and what they do. Where have we heard that concept before?

These two guys are as real on the show and off, and are perhaps two of the most genuine, sincere people I’ve had the pleasure to meet. The show is in the “reality TV” genre, and as Kevin put it, about 5% of what you see is show for the entertainment value, but the other 95% is everyday real life. With or without the cameras rolling.

They both admit that the show has put them in a position of celebrity neither would have ever imagined, and they are truly grateful for that. The show is an spin-off from History’s immensely successful “Pawn Stars”. All the guys from the various shows have know each other from long before the TV days.

Horny Mike – Mike Henry, though you have to dig a little deep to pull that out of all the online bios – has carefully crafted his persona, even before the show. Mike is the airbrush paint artist on the custom paint side of the shop. His moniker comes from his penchant of painting (and putting) horns on anything he gets the chance to.

His character is the young, silly, goofball wild and crazy guy. And while he may be a little wild and fun, he’s anything but a silly goofball. He spent years creating and fine-tuning his character, down to his trademark – and I do mean literally trademarked – horn headband, name and accoutrements.

It’s all part of his long-term business plan. Yes, the character “Horny Mike” has and is the result of  a carefully crafted business plan. Anyone else sensing the elements of a DMP in here?

What really cause these two to stand out from everyone else I’ve met is the way they interact with the people who’ve come to see them. First off, the main star of the show, Danny “The Count” Koker was originally slated
to appear at the show. He came down with a serious case of flu at the last minute and asked these two to come in his place. Most if not all the people who were in the crown had initially been disappointed when Danny came off the schedule, but had come that night specifically because they learned that Kevin and Mike would be there in Danny’s place.

Many of the celebrities will make small talk with the fans as they come up to meet them, usually talking about their show (the actors), the game (sports figures), the big show (wrestling – truly an entertainment experience).

Kevin & Mike engaged everyone in a personal conversation, wanting to find out about them. In the end I felt like I’d spent two hours in their living room with several hundred of their closest friends.

And every time – every time – someone ended with “thanks for coming out to be here” Kevin’s and Mike’s instant, unwavering reply was “Thank You brother – you’re the reason we are who we are.” Total, sincere gratitude for what they have and for the people who make it happen.

And I’m extremely grateful to have met these two fantastic people.

 

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Week 17A-ish (I’m All out of Sync) – A Tale of Two Lives

Wednesday, February 5th, 2014

I realize I’m woefully behind in blog updates, and I’m not sure exactly where this one fits, but it’s perhaps one of  the most memorable recent insights. The project I’ve been working on has consumed ALL of me the past two weeks. But it’s also created a plethora of insights that I’m anxious to share, so watch out this coming week – what I’ve lacked in promptness may well be made up in volume!

Fitting that the assignment of reading an obituary each day coincides with the beginning of Scroll V in The Greatest Salesman, “I live this day as if it is my last”.

While scanning the obituaries one morning I noticed “Larry Speakes”. The name was familiar but I didn’t immediately place it. The first line cleared the confusion.

“Larry Speakes, Chief Spokesman for President Ronald Reagan for six years, died of  Alzheimer’s disease in Cleveland, MS in Friday, January 10, 2014.”

The Washington Post doesn’t receive obituaries from everyone in Cleveland, MS, but this one makes perfect sense.

The notice described his accomplishments in his career in journalism and then in public service in government. As one would expect.

It then goes on to describe his favorite pastimes, all in the company of his wife Aleta, including their passion for hiking the nearby Blue Ridge Mountains. It even mentions their favorite hiking trails. He was an avid photographer – something I did not know and which of course caught my attention.

After reading the memorial notice I felt uplifted, happy and grateful to know more about the life of this man. It was truly a reflection written by someone who has achieved acceptance and a celebration of a life well-lived.

My eyes then were attracted to another – this one with a full-color photograph, and the name “Bruce”. The full name is listed in the memorial, but I’ll refrain from posting it here.

The first lines read “August 30, 1941 – January 31, 2011. Another year has passed but a sadness continues to shadow my days.” The balance relates how her life has changed forever since the loss of her beloved husband. And that he “lives for as long as we carry him inside us.”

Clearly wracked with grief, but I’m not sure she’s even past the stage of denial. I personally know someone who lost her husband a year ago – her telephone voice mail message still informs you that you have reached the number of (her husband’s name) and her.

Continuing to read other memorials, I realize that they all seem to fall into two categories. One written by those who have reached acceptance and realize that the best way to remember a loved one is in celebration of their life (I include in this group the dear woman who “will be missed by all, including her cats” who were each individually named). The other by someone who has yet to accept their loss and whose own life is paralyzed, immobilized by their grief.

Not surprisingly, the most uplifting and encouraging memorials are those written in acceptance as celebrations of a life, while those in grief and denial are heavy, depressing and difficult to connect with.

This truly was a tale of two lives, but not that of the lives of the departed – rather a telling tale of the lives of the survivors.

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MKMMA Week 16 – Insight and the Ideal

Friday, January 17th, 2014

As I’m re-acclimating to the daily tasks of life back here after my ten days in Guatemala, I’m finding that the conversation on clarity, the precision of words and Insight in part 15 of the Master Key is flowing seamlessly into part 16’s observations that wealth has value only in its exchange value, and the necessity for clear visualization of your ideal.

No doubt another of those many “coincidences”, I found that being in a different environment, and especially one that is in reality part of the fulfillment of my DMP, seemed to open my thinking to a more focused and accurate vision.

We’re used to thinking of what we want in dollar amounts – what is necessary to acquire those things. Being immersed in the sensory stimulations of the ideals themselves caused me to be able to focus on the end desire, and not worry about the means and trying to “help it along” with thoughts of “having ‘this’ will give me ‘that’”.

I’m not finding a need to rewrite any of my cards or DMP, other than perhaps to reorder things a bit. The words are correct, and I’m now experiencing a new-found clarity in visualizing the ultimate ideals, and allowing the details of the “how” to the purview of Universal Intelligence.

That’s not to say sitting and dreaming, but rather sitting and visualizing, with the understanding that the action steps necessary are being shown to me. I recognize and take action on those rather than trying to engineer the process, realizing that each is just the right thing to do at the right time.

 

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MKMMA Week 15-16 The Sandwich and the Latte

Tuesday, January 14th, 2014

First, let me give many thank-yous to all of you who have been following the activities of the past week at our Design4Kids InFocus workshop in Guatemala. It was a tremendous success – as they always are, thanks to the outstanding Fotokids staff and the talent and motivation of the students themselves.

Due to the schedule and the technical limitations I’ve been working with I haven’t been able to post a week 15 blog until today, and was unable to tune in to the January 5th webinar or see the replay of the week 15 and 16 videos (bandwidth just wouldn’t support them). So I’m a little behind and out of the loop.

I was able to get in on the Sunday Jan 12 webinar from my hotel in Antigua, and as seems to always be  the case, the topic fits perfectly into my activities for the past week. Coincidence, of course. J

I’ve been completely faithful to my readings all week, albeit on a slightly altered schedule. I’m finding I eagerly look forward to them, and can’t finish the day comfortably until I’ve completed them.

And my sits every late afternoon after classes out by the lake, as the sun is dipping behind Vulcan (volcano) San Pedro have set a new standard for my quiet time. I may be returning to my living room in Maryland, but each day I’ll be seeing the sunset over the lake.

Likewise my morning readings of the MK and Blueprint Builder at the lake in the early morning light before breakfast.

Did I mention in the past that I’m already living some of my DMP? J

 

Giving and kindness are two qualities that are everywhere down here. It seems that 90 per cent of the “gringos”, both ex-pats and visitors, are here in some mission or NGO capacity. Working with orphan groups, building and maintaining schools and libraries, feeding the kids, extended outreach educational programs (like ours). Everyone here is under-fed and everything under-funded.

In addition to our Fotokids workshop this past week in Santiago Atitlan there were two more groups at the hotel (la Posada Santiago, sort of “gringo central” in Santiago). One was a bunch of college-age kids and adults, 20+, from the Lancaster, PA area, building a foundation for a new building at an orphanage. Another, who had come together from across the US, were working to help build a playground at the library and pre-school next door to the hotel.

The logo for Amanda’s school an library was Design4Kids’ first workshop project five years ago.

Seeing the sense of satisfaction, gratitude and fulfillment that everyone in those groups felt mirrored the feelings I experience every time I’m here. I’ve always said, and it continues to be more true with each experience, that while I may be giving my time and resources to teach and help these kids, it feels I’m receiving more in the rewarding from seeing their growth and success than I can possibly give.

 

Back in Antigua on Sunday prior to returning to the US on Monday, I was at a café on the central park for a coffee Sunday morning.

There are a number of indigenous Maya who sell all sorts of textiles and trinkets in the park. Over the four plus years I’ve been coming down I’ve gotten to know several, getting beyond the “You buy something mister?” and “Gracias, no” conversation that is the usual constant interaction. We’ve talked about each others’ families and lives – they’re actually really people, not just pestering peddlers.

This trip I met Mario, who shines shoes. There are a number of shoe-shine kids, and they’ll offer to shine your sneakers, sandals, and the shoes that the last kid just shined five minutes ago. It’s actually a valuable lesson in persistence. Sales shyness and hunger are mutually exclusive conditions. So Mario is now my go-to shoe shine guy.

Anyway, while in the café, which is open to the sidewalk, another little guy, maybe 10 or 11 years old, came up to me selling postcards. This is a little bolder as the shops usually chase them away to keep them from bothering their customers.

There’s always the line between wanting to help – this is how they eat, when they do – and just having so much stuff you can’t bring back any more.

I initially said, “Gracias, no”, but he stayed and began a conversation. He’s Antonio, from Santa Catalina, about two hours away. He comes to Antigua every weekend to sell postcards. No doubt his family in the park selling other wares.

Then he asks me “buy me a pan? (bread)”. Now I thought THIS I can do! Nothing more to try to bring back home. So I ask the waiter to get him what he likes and Antonio orders a ham sandwich. His sandwich comes, he smiles and says “Gracias, Stu” and scoots away.

The waiter and waitress smiled as he left. It cost me about the same as a second cup of coffee. It may be the only thing he eats that day. Or weekend.

I felt so much joy the rest of the day I thought I would burst. I didn’t tell anyone about the episode – I didn’t feel right, thinking I would sound like I was boasting. I’m glad that Mark has sort of given “permission” to share this sort of thing here. Not to tell you how great I am, but in the hope that I can in some way give you some of the joy I felt that day, still feel. There is far more than one person can hold.

Early Monday morning before going in to the city and the airport I went back to the same café for a coffee. Now a normal work day, and the square is much quieter than on the weekend at this hour.

The same waitress/”barista” who was working on Sunday when I met Antonio was there. She smiled at me and took my order. This time I ordered a latte for something a little extra.

I imagine you’re familiar with the “latte art” that creative baristas make in the foam on top of the coffee. She gave me my latte.

In the foam was a heart.

 

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MKMMA Week 14A – And Now A word From Our Sponsors

Thursday, January 2nd, 2014

Here’s another example of the Hero’s Journey story written about in the  previous post.

A young photographer working for Reuters is assigned to cover the civil war in Guatemala in the 1980’s. She becomes deeply attached to the Guatemalan people and following the war is assigned to photograph an assignment on the many families literally living and foraging for their subsistence in the garbage dumps of Guatemala City.

While photographing the young children living in these atrocious conditions, the thought occurs to her: “what if I give the camera to the kids and see their lives from their point of view?”

Thus was born some 21 years ago the “Out of The Dumps” project, striving to help lift these young people from their seemingly hopeless existence, to develop a sense of meaning and belief in themselves and in their future.

Now, over twenty one years later, the project which became Fotokids is a world-renowned program developing the creative drive and thinking in the disadvantaged youth of Guatemala.

I met that photographer, Nancy McGirr and Fotokids about four and a half years ago when a “coincidental” encounter put me in contact with Jeff Speigner, a graphic designer who had met Nancy a year earlier and had just developed the fledgling Design4Kids project. The story of that “coincidence” is a whole post in itself, and a monumental example of the Law of Attraction in action.

Design4Kids is a group of graphic designers, photographers and professionals from various areas of experience who have come together to help teach business-based skills to the Fotokids students, furthering their quest to create a positive, meaningful life for themselves and their loved ones. The for-profit design firm, Jakaramba, is now well into its third year, a result in great degree of the Design4Kids program.

Design4Kids Workshop, Santiago de Atitlan, Guatemala June 2009

This week ahead I’ll be in Guatemala to teach what will be the first of a departure from our usually graphic design and photography related, client oriented workshop projects. I’ll be the sole mentor working with Nancy and Linda Morales teaching advanced photography skills and portfolio development to a group of some of the more advanced Fotokids students in Santiago Atitlan. Linda, by the way is a former Fotokids student and is now one of the program’s chief instructors. She’s a highly accomplished artist and educator.

Now most people, when they hear about something like this, they get a bit curious, maybe excited, maybe even a little teary-eyed like I still do. But frankly, a few don’t. You probably know the type – they’d rather sit down in their little hole in the world, thinking that small gestures can’t have big impacts, saying that whatever is happening with some kids they don’t know in some out of the way place they know nothing about has no significance to their hopeless little lives.

So would it be okay if a share a few links with you?

I’ll be posting daily updates on our Facebook page, www.facebook.com/design4kids so go ahead and “like” our page to receive updates on the workshop and what the kids are doing. You can check out some of our previous workshops there too. You can also see more info on Design4Kids at www.design4kids.org.

And you definitely want to see the whole Fotokids story at www.fotokids.org.

Be sure to like our page, www.facebook.com/design4kids, and tell the people you know all about it too.

Hasta pronto.

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