I’ve never really liked my real name. I guess a lot of girls feel that way though. My name isn’t very strange, just a little uncommon, and somewhat 1970’s. No, nothing hippy like Sunshine; it’s Heather. I didn’t like it partly because I could never find a good meaning for it. Some names mean great things, like Alfred meaning wise, or Jane meaning gracious gift. Heather means shrub. Sure, it’s a pretty plant, but still only a plant.
So, I go to the bookstore on Monday, partly to get out of the house. In the bargain book section I find a book of Scottish names. I decided to look up my name, because you never know. Well, I found my name with a wonderful meaning! According to Flower Language, Heather means admiration or beauty in solitude. Wow! It never occurred to me that I might find a meaning in Flower Language. And it is amazing how much this meaning speaks to me.
A little later the same day I’m reading a very good book entitled The Chicken Qabalah of Rabbi Lamed ben Clifford by Lon Milo Duquette. As I’m reading, I notice that one of the Hebrew letters is the same as my initials, HEH. HEH lies on Path 15 of the Tree of Life, connecting Chokmah (Wisdom) to Tiphareth (Beauty), and means to breath, to exist, to become, to desire. Wow again!
In the past couple of days, my opinion of my name has changed greatly. It is funny the things you can learn about yourself from such little things.