Laughing - To express certain emotions, especially mirth or delight, by a series of spontaneous, usually unarticulated sounds often accompanied by corresponding facial and bodily movements.
To show or feel amusement or good humor.
To feel a triumphant or exultant sense of well-being.
To affect or influence by laughter.
The act and the sound of laughing; laughter.
OWL - denotes wisdom, a symbol of knowledge, heightened observational skills, introspective, brooding, can see in the dark, developed awareness, high spiritual enlightenment It can also mean to use more judgment in a life situation. In the negative, it represents nocturnal "furtive' habits, solitude, silent flight, a plaintive 'harbinger of death' cry, and symbolize a turning away from spiritual light.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Names....
Names can be peculiar.
When we are born, our 'civilized' parents give us names that THEY like and if we are fortunate, those names will fit us and not be too awfully repulsive to us as we grow older and wiser and then have a chance to name our own children.
When I was a child, I found my name acceptable, but often dreamed of it being something more...such as Holly or Jessica, Jacqueline or Molly, Shiloh or Rebecca...I even found it ironic that had my mother had her way, she would have named me Rebecca and it sometimes saddened me that she did not.
Later, when I begin to write fictional stories, I named my characters Molly, Jessica, Jacqueline, Holly and Rebecca, just to name a few. I could live through these women and I could be them because I could envision myself called by these names that I'd given them.
Later, as my writing sometimes took on a more personal note and not always of kind and generous nature, I became a little fearful of what might happen if one day, out of sheer curiosity, one of my antagonist read something written by me about them! Even if I changed names to protect the guilty, they would know their crimes and their sins and they would be riled!
Along about this time, I also discovered some very interesting data concerning my ancestors and I finally had a clear reason why I'd always been drawn to certain groups and embraced certain codes for living. It finally made sense. I finally understood. The blood that flows through me, while diluted, still flows.
It occured to me one night, as I was conversing with a woman whose ancestral blood was thicker than my own, that I COULD have another name and it could be one that fit me, one that embraced me, one that meant something to ME!
She gave me a two worded name, but I was unhappy with the 2nd. It simply did not fit who I am or who I have ever been. But the first name? She couldn't have been more accurate!
I had had an encounter with an animal that left me with more questions than answers. I was advised to study this creature and study it well for it was possible that God was trying to tell me something about myself; impart a little wisdom, warn me of foolish behavior, remind me of my strengths and challenge me to strengthen those things within me that were weak.
And so I studied this creature, and the more I studied it, the more I saw pieces of my own personality made evident by this creature.
It's strengths were strengths I possessed, though not many people ever take the time to know me well enough to see. It's weaknesses were similar to my own and sadly, more people see this part of my nature than I'd like.
And so, one night it just hit me...This creature would be my 2nd name.
I wrote it down. I liked how it looked. It felt right. It felt comfortable. It felt like the true me that people seldom, if ever see.
I added the 3rd name as tribute to my ancestor, as well as in memory of a Great man whose words in the 1700's would prove absolutely prophetic as they all came true!
There are few that know that I am of two names and of those few, a couple have laughed at me...thought me silly and I little (or maybe a lot) off in the head. But that is okay because I am who I am, of dual nature and always ready to break the molds of society's expectations and the 'way things are done'.
I can call myself any old thing I want to call myself...My birth given name that my parents chose for me and put on my legal, recorded birth certificate, AND the name I chose for myself with the help of someone who was blessed by a certain aspect of my personality and by a creature that God sent into my path for an encounter I will not soon forget.
So laugh, if you will, and wallow around in your skepticism and critical judgement...It will have no effect on me as I observe you closely and laugh for the pure joy of laughing:)
When we are born, our 'civilized' parents give us names that THEY like and if we are fortunate, those names will fit us and not be too awfully repulsive to us as we grow older and wiser and then have a chance to name our own children.
When I was a child, I found my name acceptable, but often dreamed of it being something more...such as Holly or Jessica, Jacqueline or Molly, Shiloh or Rebecca...I even found it ironic that had my mother had her way, she would have named me Rebecca and it sometimes saddened me that she did not.
Later, when I begin to write fictional stories, I named my characters Molly, Jessica, Jacqueline, Holly and Rebecca, just to name a few. I could live through these women and I could be them because I could envision myself called by these names that I'd given them.
Later, as my writing sometimes took on a more personal note and not always of kind and generous nature, I became a little fearful of what might happen if one day, out of sheer curiosity, one of my antagonist read something written by me about them! Even if I changed names to protect the guilty, they would know their crimes and their sins and they would be riled!
Along about this time, I also discovered some very interesting data concerning my ancestors and I finally had a clear reason why I'd always been drawn to certain groups and embraced certain codes for living. It finally made sense. I finally understood. The blood that flows through me, while diluted, still flows.
It occured to me one night, as I was conversing with a woman whose ancestral blood was thicker than my own, that I COULD have another name and it could be one that fit me, one that embraced me, one that meant something to ME!
She gave me a two worded name, but I was unhappy with the 2nd. It simply did not fit who I am or who I have ever been. But the first name? She couldn't have been more accurate!
I had had an encounter with an animal that left me with more questions than answers. I was advised to study this creature and study it well for it was possible that God was trying to tell me something about myself; impart a little wisdom, warn me of foolish behavior, remind me of my strengths and challenge me to strengthen those things within me that were weak.
And so I studied this creature, and the more I studied it, the more I saw pieces of my own personality made evident by this creature.
It's strengths were strengths I possessed, though not many people ever take the time to know me well enough to see. It's weaknesses were similar to my own and sadly, more people see this part of my nature than I'd like.
And so, one night it just hit me...This creature would be my 2nd name.
I wrote it down. I liked how it looked. It felt right. It felt comfortable. It felt like the true me that people seldom, if ever see.
I added the 3rd name as tribute to my ancestor, as well as in memory of a Great man whose words in the 1700's would prove absolutely prophetic as they all came true!
There are few that know that I am of two names and of those few, a couple have laughed at me...thought me silly and I little (or maybe a lot) off in the head. But that is okay because I am who I am, of dual nature and always ready to break the molds of society's expectations and the 'way things are done'.
I can call myself any old thing I want to call myself...My birth given name that my parents chose for me and put on my legal, recorded birth certificate, AND the name I chose for myself with the help of someone who was blessed by a certain aspect of my personality and by a creature that God sent into my path for an encounter I will not soon forget.
So laugh, if you will, and wallow around in your skepticism and critical judgement...It will have no effect on me as I observe you closely and laugh for the pure joy of laughing:)
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