The Sweetest Sound You Could Ever Hear

Somebody once told me that the most beautiful sound you can hear is the sound of someone speaking your name. I've always loved this. Partly because I love my name, Celeste, (it's almost like I was born to be a sexologist with that name - thanks mom!) but mostly I love this because our name is who we are and identifies us unique.  It is how we are known. 

Your name is the first thing people learn about you, “Hi my name is…” Your name is the way in which you identify your work, your 401K, and your lunch.  Your name is how your friends find you in a crowd, it is how you end a thoughtful note and it is how you introduce yourself as somebody at the beginning of a presentation.  Your name is the front door to who you are. One must know your name in order to enter into your life.

Do you know the feeling when somebody remembers your name? Not a good friend - that is expected, but somebody you met, liked and connected with a while ago and you see them again and they remember your name? 

Or do you remember a time where a lover called your name quietly and your skin felt warm? 

Or can you think of that moment of thrill when you see your name written on a card addressed just to you? 

That's the feeling of being known, being seen, being remembered. Others knowing your name establishes your place in a world of same.

This weekend, try this: Intentionally use the name of someone you love. See how that tiny bit extra bit of being known feels connective and intimate.
 

With love from me to you,

Celeste
 

P.S. You are wonderful and beautiful. Thank you for being my email pal. :)