The encounter invites a new name.
A silent name whispered during a sacred moment never to be announced.
Some will no longer know your name.
You will forget your own name, only to call to your soul for another.
The one who cries.
The one who never cries.
The dancer, the healer, the mourner.
There is also the shy one leaning into the quiet spaces of the day.
The mother emerges and soothes the heartbreak, feeds and washes her beloveds. Carefully.
We go by many names, the private ones and the ones we announce proudly to all.
When no-one remembers your names, you will join the Nameless. Becoming one with them all.
Ann Brown says
Beautiful and powerful.