Most of the world would probably think me crazy if they could see me sitting in my bathtub dictating into my phone all the wild and beautiful insights and truths that come to me when I am in the bath. The fire hydrant of my soul opens full throttle and my creative juices flow freely when I am in or near water.
My brand coach recently noted just how obsessed I am with names as we created an outline for all my ambitious media projects. He ever so kindly called out just how stuck I am on the names of all the offerings I want to bring to the world. And he’s right. I come up with the name first and then build everything around that. My mind loves to fixate on the particulars of what am I going to call something. I could easily digress here into a whole monologue about the naming of things, Hannah Gadsby style, and how the world would be such a different place if women were the namer of things. But I’m working on breaking my brain’s addiction to rabbit trails so I will stay on track!
I used to judge myself for my name fixation and chocked it up to my obsessive brain. But as a visionary and metaphorical thinker, I have come to understand that for me a name is a metaphor, a vision, that holds the entirety of the story you want to tell with what you are bringing to the world. This is a much newer revelation I have had about myself. I mean, I’ve named my children, my dog, my cat and even chose my own name in 2018, all the time not fully understanding why names mean so damn much to me.
I landed on the name The Water Log while in the bath contemplating just how magical water is. I think most of the world would probably think me crazy if they could see me sitting in my bathtub dictating into my phone all the wild and beautiful insights and truths that come to me when I am in the bath. The fire hydrant of my soul opens full throttle and my creative juices flow freely when I am in or near water.
Water to me is the ultimate metaphor for life, for emotion, for birth and rebirth, for the divine really. The holy trinity in the form of an element with the ability to purify itself through a natural cyclical flow. The only element that can transmute from a solid, to a vapor, to a fluid and back again. Making up 70% of our human bodies and the body of the earth that we are inhabiting.
Water is said to hold vibration, intention, and energy. While this may not be scientifically proven yet, I know in my inner being through working with both my own and other’s trauma that this is true. If water can hold the impression of vibration and energy then in my mind it could easily be construed that it holds the emotional charge of our traumas. Once during session, a client described the fear of hiding and knowing they were in danger through describing a scene from Jurassic Park where the the water in the mud puddle shakes with the vibration of the approaching T-Rex. I could immediately see in my mind’s eye the water in their body reverberating with the energy of the threat they were facing.
I have come to deeply believe that the water in our cells contains the memories of the past. And not just our own past but that of our mother and our mother’s mother. I existed as a egg inside my grandmother as my mother formed. I bathed in the waters of both my mother’s and my grandmother’s womb. Is it any surprise that I have spent so much of my healing journey working with their energy, their traumas and their emotions. I think not. I used to resent it and saw it as a burden. But now after years of growth and healing, I honor their journey as much as mine and feel like it is a gift to release so much history that has been stored in m body.
I could go on and on about water but suffice it to say the name of this publication is not random and it is not shallow or kitschy (even though it kinda is). In fact it comes from the deepest depths of my understanding of the human experience and the human soul. From the innate waters of my soul to yours, if you are reading this, I am honored and I look forward to having you along for the ride.