I go online and Google myself sometimes, and saw an 2006 post from a fellow photographer, riffing on the theme of being a psychic photographer based on an ad I had written for my services. To read the original post, click here.
It was good-natured, but it stung a little that I had tried so carefully to describe what I did, only to have it be the butt of someone’s joke. And it apparently had still been smouldering, since it had caught my attention during a moment I had not expected.
I think to practice ones’ gift is to know that many times, it will be misunderstood, even by well meaning people.
The difference is that now I am choosing to see these kinds of situations with a mindset of appreciation for what it teaches - (even though I could not see it while it was happening.)
Some memories arise to a neutral, dispassionate view that acknowledges that yes, something happened, and despite potential for a cautionary tale, yes, it is done. Others create laughter: I can take a deep breath and smile at challenges to my ego or my vanity. And others can be seen with compassion for immaturity, inexperience, or incomplete information at the time.
When this picture comes up again in the Slideshow of my Mind:
I will choose to see it differently this time; feel it differently.
Bring a gentle, open, and curious self to those formative incidents, especially ones that ‘ring up’ old memories or create unexpected charges of emotion in the body.
I see it in the light of day.
I see the drama of the story dissolving.
I see it now for the best - for everyone involved.
The energy of releasing old stories affects people differently.
Sometimes the act of getting it out is invigorating, and other times, I have to let it work its way and have its say quietly, as there is more under the surface that takes time to reveal.
The first-steps experiences of my growth were admittedly the subject of humor by a stranger, but the years since created someone new:
Someone with an idea that can’t be shaken, even when another cannot see it yet.
And with that picture, even the irritations of life are like a speck of sand, welcomed for the pearls they create.