that which we call a rose
Your name is a gold bell hung in my heart
I would break my body to pieces
To call you once, by your name
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I have a name I used to only be called by My Girl. When I was in the most chaotic of states. A name that rang a bell to the very core of my being. The stilled all the winds and reminded me who I was. What I was. Why I was. Everything that was everything that mattered.
Last year I took that name and gave it to the Goddess Grove. Named myself before a small circle of dedicated, magical women. And it started like a tiny low whisper. I gave it to another group last week. And emboldened by that act I signed another paper for another group with it.
This week I find myself surprised, startled with it, when suddenly people are using it. Full of light and laughter and hopefulness and even professionalism. Shy and delighted. Touched to the core, a bell of Star's light, every single time it is uttered.