Names and labels

She called me Harmony, my mother. It was almost Melody, but because someone named Melody was a bitch to her, she chose Harmony instead.

My father’s last name is Welsh. It means top of the oak wood. Pendarvis.

My mother’s last name means cleric, and is of English and Scottish origin.

Clark.

The H name is a tough burden to bear. In spite of the various ways it was poisoned and vilified and shortened to a word that means “to cause damage,” to the point that I no longer identify with it, it is, unfortunately, deeply ingrained into my soul. It is who I am.

I am a yin-yang. ☯️ An ambassador. The peacemaker. A therapist. A friend. Someone to talk to.

But also, I am music. I live it, I breathe it, I would die without it.

It’s interesting, isn’t it? How our names are almost like a description of who we are.

…or maybe it’s just me.

As a cleric, I am a healer. As an oak wood, I am very much a nature sprite. I make things grow, and I make beautiful things with the remains. Like using acorn caps as jewelry bezels.

When I am unhappy, things die. But in my element, I can give life.

I am a healing song of the forest.