Existing through Names

  
There are names that have been given, and names that have been chosen. I have many of both – mostly because there are many different voices that speak through me. I accept them all but have no real attachments to any. 

I was given my grandmothers name Florence (a blooming flower), at birth. She died before I was born but I hear she was courageous and feisty. Florence has always represented the voice of the future to me. One that speaks from the world of certainty and commitment – the elder. I haven’t really heard her speak much until recently. 

My eldest sister, Brooke, who was 13 at the time, chose the name Michaela for me, which means, “a woman of god[dess].” Ironically, she was the medicine woman in one of her favorite shows that she watched at the time of my birth. Michaela is voice of a healer and mother. She speaks from the world of compassion. 

  Mickey came from being 7lbs, 7oz, and born on the 7th month. My dad was a huge Yankees fan – Mantle. This name has always represented, to me, my more playful and child-like voice. The bright-side. She speaks from the world of innocence and play. The aunt, the little sister, and the friend. 

I chose Zena because it was a name given to me by someone I trusted very much. Her voice is strong and alive and she holds the energy of protection. It’s the me that exists in in the worlds of survival, independent discernment, and intuition. She is the voice of reason. 

I chose to sign my letters and notes, “Love, ‘Z'” because Z, to me, represents the end of language. It’s the me that lies between language and silence. The voice that allows the words to come into existence from the place of nothing. She’s speaks from a space of truth but claims none 
  

I chose Siren, a title given to me by multiple people throughout my journey, because it holds the mysterious and mystical self. The muse. The unreasonable. The voice of passion. She comes from the world of sensuality, movement, and creation. My friend, my shadow. The one that flows. 

Every name is an intention, spoken again and again into the world. I could fully embody any of them, and maybe one day I will, but to me, that’s like storing all your money at one bank – or leaving all your energy within one crystal. 
I’ve split my heart into a thousand pieces, to be left in a thousand places in a thousand different ways. 

I am here to exist in every color. 

Love,

All of me. 

Declare

Declare your beauty today.

Declare your power and your worth and your light.
Declare the possibility of everything you are in this very moment.
Be bold when you say it – let the seemingly impossible escape from your lips. I dare you.
Let the ember become a roaring flame and the drop of water become a downpour.
If your broken, be broken, and declare yourself whole and complete.
If your angry, be angry, and declare the embodiment of love and compassion.
If your is bank account is empty, let it be empty, and declare your rolling abundance.
Speak up about the life that belongs to you – the one that seems unreachably far.
No matter how difficult, how ridiculous, or how pointless it may seem – say it anyway.
Stop resisting your greatness and
play big!
Love, Z