Taking up the grateful weight of a new name is a glorious and terrifying thing. It is also a cause for celebration and a reminder that rebirth occurs continually.
(I thought perhaps to share my own naming story but it turns out I’m still quite upset about the whole thing. Though a story of failure on this path is worth telling I don’t want it to be part of this reblog. I am happy for my friend and that’s what this is about.)
This is, I am sure, only a big deal to me. But, I’d like to share my wonderful brain’s twisted thought processes, because . . . well, it’s exhausting, and its a very clever brain, and maybe the sharing can help other people not feel alone or not feel weird or not feel . . . whatever. Something.
Way, way, way back in 2006 – possibly as early as 2005 – I adopted the name Naiadis. I’d wanted it to be my spiritual name, and I was trying to use it as an initiation-point sort of thing. My relationship with Poseidon was in a rough patch, and choosing the name Naiadis was an attempt on my part to convince myself that despite everything, I was serious about this path, about my life decisions, etc. I’d been with Poseidon since I was 16 (though in the beginning it was not the…
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The Road, the Walker, and What Comes Next 
Thanks for the reblog! Also: I’m very much interested in hearing about your name change story. You are one of the people I was thinking of a lot as I considered adopting this name, because I thought of things like how we stick to names in our culture, and I know not everyone does, and that there are people whose chosen-later-in-life names fit them, in my mind, more than the names I may have first “met” them under, and such. Of course, the “story of failure” bit does not make it sound like a *happy* story, and I respect that, and I don’t mean to be all “share with us your pain!!” but, it’s an interesting topic, and I like hearing all the things. And also, ❤
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I actually did start writing that story yesterday but got to a point where things couldn’t be shared. Without acknowledging certain stages the story doesn’t make as much sense. If I’m allowed to share these things I might finish the story someday.
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((( ❤ )))
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