What’s your story?

After attending an event today with Marco Robinson, behind the movement and books Start over, I saw once again how much storytelling means to all of us. I’ve also attended an international MeetUp group for storytelling during this past spring, to practice my own oral skills. Storytelling, when done from an authentic place and for a respectful and curious audience, is what enables compassion to grow, when we can relate.

I’ve used writing for many years to process my experiences and to reframe some of them into what became lessons and of benefit to me; hence my books. Some stories are both easier to share in writing and deserve a larger audience to enable others examples they can use and apply on similar issues or situations. But there is something very special to say it out loud to others and realise the resemblances of what many of us have gone through, to learn how we’ve coped and been able to grow from our experiences. When many share similar stories, it also forms a stronger community and eventually society.

Sitting in circle, is my preferred way, so that we all get to talk equally much, we all can see each other, and we all can listen more intently. Through this way, we can create a stronger sense of group intimacy and confidentiality. A good way to get to know both ourselves, others and the way of the group.

Which are the stories that you tell yourself about your own accomplishments and inadequacies, and what do you tell others? Are you talking from a sense of ownership and empowerment, or from a sense of victimhood? We may not win all battles, but we can be the winners of our own lives. What we’ve overcome and improved, especially in service to others, is what really matters, not what the story is about.

To begin writing your story, you can start by journaling. To reframe an event or relationship, see the pattern with more examples, and dare to change perspective. Then share!

The message from crow

A couple of days ago, when I was walking back home, crossing the parking lot, I heard a crow cawing loudly and looked up. I saw it sitting next to a big lightning rod, that I hadn’t noticed before and thought to myself how good that we have one.

The day after, when I stepped out of my apartment building on my way to the beach, I saw a big black feather on the ground and thought to myself, it must have belonged to the crow. I wondered what it meant. Did it want to tell me something?

I took another path then the one I normally walk, and saw this giant tree split in half, by lightning I presume. I don’t know when, and saw that ants were living in the trunk. Good for them!

But what if it was the crow’s home that got split in half? Why would it have to make such a sacrifice and lose its home? Had it?

Yesterday, two days after, I realized that my Swedish stalker had intruded into my home again, scraping out butter violently (for whatever reason beats me, he’s obviously not well), why I reported him to the police again, who both by email and by phone, first refused to even accept my report. Third time, they did. As if this wasn’t enough, someone also messed with one of my photos through phone intrusion and tried to ruin it with a mark on my clothes that wasn’t actually there. That too was reported of course. And then… as if by fate, all the trains from Stockholm to Gothenburg where he lives, became cancelled due to an electric malfunction after lighting had struck… Unfortunately, the Swedish police do nothing about him and haven’t for more than 15 years, neither did the German, nor the Portuguese, where he also ruined my life, which is one of the major reasons why I want to move abroad again, since I got help and a restraining order in the United States, when he stalked me there too.

Until then, I’m grateful for crow’s warnings.

More about different cultures tales and symbolisms of the crow, can be read here.