A Dream Team

A few days ago, as I was falling asleep an idea popped into my head. I can’t really call it a new idea, because it has come to me in bits and pieces of wishes and dreams over the year.
I was in that weird half-asleep phase of thought, so my thoughts were more visual than normal and dreams tried to crowd out thoughts, and what I visualized were a group of friends, co-artists, working side-by-side combining their talents–though admittedly varied–to create something with value.
Art, creativity, writing with substance that communicates messages of “you’re enough” and teaches valuable life wisdom. Our efforts would pour out love and hope into the world, showing others that they can make a difference too, no matter how little they believe they have to give.
What I am envisioning is a collaboration, most often focused on writing pieces, but who take times to create art to push the boundaries of what they believe they are capable–proving that together we are better than one on one. And together we can make a difference.
A Dream Team

Open Letter to My Camera

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Dear Camera,
I am sorry to inform you that the art that I create with you appears to be subpar. These images are ignored, or if they are appreciated, individuals expect to receive them for free. Knowing that I put my heart, experience, and education and significant financial investments into the photo-taking process, my only conclusion can be that you are holding me back.
Now, don’t get me wrong. You are a perfectly good camera. I love you with my whole heart, but there is something about the union of you and me, that fails to create beautiful respectable art. I know I push your buttons, but that’s how our relationship works, and the only way we can create art. I’ve tried my hardest, creating blogs and Facebook pages to display our creations, but they fall upon an unappreciative audience.
For these reasons, I’m giving you an ultimatum. Either we figure this out together and create beautiful art that has impact, or I’m going to have to let you go. I am considering my prospects with Pen, as perhaps writing is the path I should take to creating art. This is your chance to prove me wrong. So, please….prove me wrong.
You have my word that I will be trying to make this work, the ball in in your court now. Remember, it might be good to give me a gift when you try to woo me back. I have given you at least 6 lenses over the years, and from you I’ve received no more than $100 total from various small gifts of print sales. I do not mean to sound rude, but I need to know that I am loved too. 

Love,
Rebecca Turk
(the one who holds your hand and pushes your buttons)

Ps. I will be eagerly awaiting your response, and hopefully anticipating our next long walk on the beach at sunset. I do love you, dear Camera. I have included some our our images here to remind you of where we’ve been and what we’ve created together in the past.

Property of Rebecca Turk
Property of Rebecca Turk
Open Letter to My Camera

Finding Your Path & Sticking to it

Is there a light here? I fumble around searching for the light switch in the dark, it wasn’t where I was told it would be. Being unfamiliar with the surrounds, I kept feeling around the wall….when I accidentally found the light, I realized I was in the wrong place.

“Wait…. this isn’t the bathroom.” I mumbled, embarrassed, as I tried to quietly close the door to the walk-in closet.

I had taken a wrong turn. It had even been in the right direction, but I had turned too soon.

And the truth is, I think I just did that now in my life. After a suggestion that I consider doing life coaching as my way of encouraging individuals, I decided to give it a-go. I started writing out a curriculum, I found two individuals to try it out as my beta testers, but everything was dark around me. It’s amazing how dim your dreams can go in just two days, but I instantly forgot where I was headed. I had to come up with a nicely designed curriculum, and that’s what I was doing.

It’s a lovely goal, and one that I my very well carry out—later. Right now it was a turn too soon for where I am going. I am still going to help the two individuals I agreed to help, and write out notes and coaching ideas–but just notes. And not with the goal of being a coach, but with the goal that it will become a book.

Because I want to write and I want to encourage, and the path just was not illuminated with the hope of finding my place in the world. It was dark, scary even, and I found myself thinking, “this isn’t what I want for myself right now.” I turned too soon.

Have you found yourself on a path where you are unable to find the light? The light I’m speaking of is the spark of life that awakened your sense of purpose, of love, and passion.

I want you to ask yourself when you last saw it? What were your eyes fixed on at the time you last felt hope and courage within you?

I’m not saying that following that path will always be illuminated, clear, and easy. It’s not. Trust me. I have no idea what I’m doing! I can’t figure out how in the world I’m going to get paid for this goal of mine…but it’s the path I was on when I last saw the light, felt the passion, and felt courageous enough to go into the unknown.

So, I have returned…even if you never noticed me missing. I will stay on this path even though I can’t see how I will earn money here. I will stay, because this is where the light last was seen.

Onward I go. To write. To encourage. To inspire.

Finding Your Path & Sticking to it

Just a Little Mitt More & #1000smallways

As some of your may or may not know, I’m writing a children’s story, about a fox named Mitt (since baby foxes are Kits, this is a Mitt 😉 ).

I spent the day today working on the book, it has had a few edits by me, now it needs to have a few edits from a person or two.

I then spent a couple hours today trying to teach myself to draw, so that I can edit my own book. I quickly discovered that drawing is not my strength, and I either have to find a way to use photography and photoshop to make my images, or I need to outsource.

I really thought I would have progress further today, than I did.

I wonder how many of my dreams are similar to the dreams of Bob Goff, in  Chapter 1 of “Love Does: Discover A Secretly Incredible Life in an Ordinary World.”

Bob takes of to Yosemite, ready to find a job and settle into a life of work and climbing the mountains. Deciding to drop out of school, he shows up at his friend’s house to let him know what he’s about to do. His friend scurries off to the other room, grabs a backpack and sleeping back and says, “Bob, I’m with you.”

Well, the story goes that Bob couldn’t find work. Each time Bob got discouraged, Randy reiterated the sentiment, “I’m with you.”  They end up heading back home, the dream didn’t work out as Bob had hoped or planned.

And here I am, trying to find a way to make a living off of doing what I love and am passionate about, but not making a cent. I also don’t have a Randy in my life to be my companion and make it a little easier.

Am I getting anywhere? So far, I have gotten a little more traffic on the blog, I have the children’s book ready to be illustrated, and I’ve been tweeting to people I’d like to network with, but have I made any actual progress?

I wish I had a Randy, but I don’t. No one who believes in me enough to just be present. So…what can I do?

I can decide to be a Randy for someone else.

To be able to say, “I’m with you.”

A Thousand Small Ways #023

Be a Randy. In some friendship in your life today, just offer to be there for them. Not trying to fix them. Not trying to make them a project, but just offering to be there.

And remember, whatever positive thing you do, it does matter and I can make a difference, so don’t give up. You may want to look for people with similar passions and get together to do some good.

Just a Little Mitt More & #1000smallways