Turn around ... and see ...

I found myself this morning thinking back to an event of nearly twelve months ago.

It was an exciting time, I was immersed in a writing course with The Writer's Studio and thoroughly enjoying myself, more than I could ever have imagined.  I was planning to submit some of my poetry to a publisher in the States and was so proud of myself for facing the fear of doing so.  I was sharing some of my writing on Facebook and was living in such gratitude for the feedback I was receiving that was encouraging me to move forward and follow my dream.

Then it happened .. someone stole one of my pieces, placed it on their wall with my name changed to theirs pretending the words came from them.  I was heartbroken, devastated and so disappointed in human nature.  I wrote a short piece for the writing course called "Life Sucks" and posted it on my wall, I deleted all my poetry for fear of that being stolen too .. in other words I reacted from a place of fear and I hid.  I even deleted my blog called Old Souls where I was enjoying posting my work.  This person had not only stolen my words, they had stolen my joy of sharing, they had stolen my enthusiasm and they had opened the door to a dark hall of fear.

At the time, Facebook friends wrote comments like:

"I think you should be excited that someone is stealing your writing"

"Name and Shame??"

"Expose them for stealing your work and comment " thank you for sharing my work""

"And her friends, some she had never met, felt her pain. The sickening feeling of intrusion, of helplessness ..."

but I could not be consoled, until I received a piece of feedback from one of the other course participants, that said ..

"I had an ex who was a writer and he would share his stories rather freely. I asked him wasn't he scared they would steal his ideas and he told me flatly no ... his story was always his story and anyone that stole it would never be able to carry the load because within him lay the foundation and the key"

These words kept playing in my head, over and over, they resonated on such a deep level and woke up the writing warrior within who was happy to face fear head on and do battle.  And so I returned to post more pieces and trust in the well of words that live in the garden of my mind.

When faced with disappointment, we must turn around and see the bigger picture.  This is not always easy to do but thankfully, whether it be friends or perhaps even a stranger, there is always someone to rock your frozen feet and spin you in the right direction if you keep an open heart.

 

And so the lesson for me to learn was that a waterfall cannot be stolen, an entire garden cannot be stolen.  Someone might steal a flower or drink from the fountain uninvited but their pleasure will be temporary, whereas you live in that garden, you nurture it and watch it flourish, you shower in the waterfall and embrace its gentle caress, you breath it ...

YOU ARE THE GARDEN ... YOU ARE THE WATERFALL ...

and the only way that can be stolen from you is if you allow someone to place you in fear. 

The truth of the turnaround is simple ... the more you share, the more flowers that bloom, the energy of the waterfall increases and you are surrounded by your own private place of beauty that no-one can ever steal from you.

So this morning, I give my most heartfelt thanks to those much wiser than myself who cared enough to turn me around to see.

(c) Dianne Traynor 12 October 2012