Pure Ivory, A Virtuous Lily
Photo Credit:
Princess Rosebud @Enchanted Seashells, Confessions of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife
Even though it’s the beginning of December and was the fifth night of Hannukah, here in Southern California we enjoyed a brief summery Sunday before a massive winter storm barrels down the coast from Alaska.
A late afternoon beach walk in Carlsbad…magnificent sunset, boats, seagulls flying home. Not such big waves, though I bet the winter storm will bring plenty of surf energy.
Maybe that’s why I get so excited for the WordPress snow to appear.
It’s the only snow I see unless we go skiing!
These photos have not been retouched. This is exactly what it looked like. AMAZING, right?
Was I named because of a love for Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet?
No.
Was I conceived after a my mom received a dozen roses from my dad?
No.
Was I named after a sled?
No.
Was I named for Rosebud Salve?
No, but I have a tin of the sweet stuff, a thoughtful gift from my son.
Where did my name come from?
Following the Jewish tradition of naming children after a deceased relation, I was given my paternal grandmother’s name.
Rosebud was my nickname, and is still used — infrequently — because, as I point out, the bloom is off the rose, and I am no longer a bud.
However, I do smell as sweet because I am an anomaly.
I have no body odor.
Never did.
I’ve never used deodorant and have never needed to use it.
It’s true.
Even after working out at the gym during an especially difficult Boot Camp class or after a couple of days hiking on a hot, dirty, dusty trail— I don’t smell bad AT ALL.
In fact, I smell sweet.
You can ask anyone.
“That which we call PRINCESS ROSEBUD by any other name would smell as sweet.”
And I DO.
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Romeo and Juliet
In Act II, Scene II of the play, the line is said by Juliet in reference to Romeo’s house, Montague which would imply that his name means nothing and they should be together.
Juliet:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.Romeo:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet:
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.Romeo:
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us IDENTITY.