Say it over and over and over.
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When someone loves you,
the way they say your name is different.
You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
~ Jess C. Scott
Held.
There are words that light me up: their meanings to me, the way they look when I write them or type them out, the relationship I have to each one of them that I've built over time.
Beautiful.
Yes.
Fierce.
Magic.
Adore.
Tattoo.
Circle.
Pulse.
Oyster.
Bubbles.
Arrow.
Awakening.
F*
Vision.
Joy.
Sexy.
Feather.
Claiming.
Naming.
Changing.
Space.
My name holds me. I have grown with it and into it. When I hear it from a mouth that holds love for me, yes, I am safe. When I hear it from the mouth of raw passion I am alive. When I hear it from a stranger I just met I feel connection.
If you travel far enough with your name the edges of each letter blend into the stories you've woven through jungles, swamps, disco parties, birthing ceremonies, first kisses, goodbyes that hurt and hellos you want to have over and over again.
If you travel far enough with your name the spirits you've chosen to be in your life will say it with desire, thanks, trust, giddiness, love, binding, mirroring, frustration, fear, sadness and hope.
If you travel far enough with your name you'll hear it said with love so many times it becomes blessing and magic and whimsy and starts to fill the holes that were drilled in you without your knowing.
If you travel far enough with your name it will begin you and whisper you towards your next adventure as the love you've carried inside that beating heart slows.
If you travel far enough with your name it will save you. It will resurrect you. It will become safety when said inside of love, when you are ready to receive its touch.
It is home and freedom. It is you.
(From Thursday morning love letter from me to you. Sign up over there in the upper right hand corner to get your love letters.)