The name I was given by my parents was “JENNY” Fernanda. I remember noticing the voice of my name when I was Around 4 or 5 years old. I had a strong call to sit in front of the mirror for a while and call my name many times: Jenny, JENNY, Jenny. I was kind of finding a shape, a rhythm maybe an answer like an embodiment through my name. I did it till my voice was not mine, and what I saw was not my face but big letters that carried a sort of power and mysticism. I saw the letters floating in my head: J~~E~~N~~N ~~Y. It struck me to hear and read the words of William Stafford: Who are you really, wanderer? Maybe I'm king.
Because the final voice I heard was a queen—a queen calling my name! This message is so deep and meaningful to me, as I have so many stories behind my name. I just wanted to share one, too. I hope this is okay.
The name I was given by my parents was “JENNY” Fernanda. I remember noticing the voice of my name when I was Around 4 or 5 years old. I had a strong call to sit in front of the mirror for a while and call my name many times: Jenny, JENNY, Jenny. I was kind of finding a shape, a rhythm maybe an answer like an embodiment through my name. I did it till my voice was not mine, and what I saw was not my face but big letters that carried a sort of power and mysticism. I saw the letters floating in my head: J~~E~~N~~N ~~Y. It struck me to hear and read the words of William Stafford: Who are you really, wanderer? Maybe I'm king.
Because the final voice I heard was a queen—a queen calling my name! This message is so deep and meaningful to me, as I have so many stories behind my name. I just wanted to share one, too. I hope this is okay.
Thanks so much, dear Asher 🙏🏼♥︎👸🏻
This is a wonderful story, Jenny. Thank you for sharing it with us.