One of my friends, an accountant at a company, is the best “crocheter”
I know. She makes the most amazing quilted items for all sorts of occasions. She
enjoys and can do all kinds of designs for her family, her friends, and even
shares some of her works with her colleagues. Seriously but with tease, I often
plant the seed that she should open her own boutique and make some money out of
her gift, but she always denies the idea and resents the thought that her “talent”
could become her ticket to a more prosperous life. Don’t get me wrong, she is a
great accountant, very detailed oriented and good with numbers, but she has a
glow about her when she is talking about and showing off her stitches.
Yesterday, my daughter and I watched “Tinker Bell” on our movie night.
As much as I’d like to deny it, I have my moments with the fairy tales stories;
there is something about them that takes one to the land far far away. Aside my
sentiment, the movie was about one’s talent. Tinker Bell was created with the
gift to make and repair things, but as she learned that only nature-talent
fairies can go to mainland for spring, she thought that her “gift” was too menial
and desired to become like one of the other fairies. She tried in vain to
create dewdrops with Silvermist, teach a bird how to fly, or light fireflies
with iridessa, but no matter what she tried, she failed at it. She wanted to go
so bad to the mainland that she was willing to become anything else but who she
was to achieve her goal. At the end of the movie, she had to exercise her gift
to save the Pixie Hollow from peril, which helped her understand that all fairies
had a particular job to do and every talent was essential to whom it is given.
Few of us understand and use our talent freely and satisfactorily;
but many of us still try to fill in other’s talent to make it our own, denying
our true purpose. We believe that whatever it is, in spite of how we feel or
regardless of what people say to us, it cannot be it, it is a mistake, it is
ridiculous. We feel that we should be something other than; a singer instead of
a painter, a writer instead of a negotiator... Consequently, we will realize that
no matter what we try, we can only experience frustration, resistance, and
sadness until we accept our talent as what it is and be free to be, to enjoy,
and to serve.
©2012 Natacha Michel
©2012 Natacha Michel
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