Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ll be using manicules (those pointing finger symbols) to direct your attention to something I’m pondering that delights or interests me. Each entry is somehow related to an unusual, obscure, or simply charming to me word.
I is for…
idoneous – [ ahy-doh-nee-uhs ] – (adj) appropriate; fit; suitable; apt. From the Latin, entered English in early 17th century.
While I’m not entirely sure why this archaic word delights me so much, it feels like so many conversations I’ve been having lately have somehow involved this concept. So many folks are finding their footing with change, it feels like we’re all in this energetic mixing bowl being tossed all around. Armed with exquisite self-care, extra doses of compassion, and a readiness to pay attention, I think we’ll come out of this adventure changed, hopefully in some extraordinarily wonderful ways.
I always think some of the most exciting changes are those where we become clarified – more pure, true versions of ourselves. Like the extraneous bits have fallen away, leaving us not less, but rather more intensely us. And those pieces we expand into are such heart delights that they fit us like a missing piece of the puzzle.
There’s a quote from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin that I’ve been musing about, turning it over and over again, digging deeply into it and pondering:
“Every person, in the course of his life, must build – starting with the natural territory of his own self – a work, an opus, into which something enters from all the elements of the earth. He makes his own soul throughout all his earthly days: and at the same time he collaborates in another work, in another opus, which infinitely transcends, while at the same time it narrowly determines, the perspectives of his individual achievement: the completing of the world.”
Somehow that feels so apropos right now. Don’t you feel caught in the magic of becoming more you, and at the same time called to contribute more to the world – and knowing the paradox that they’re really the same?
As I was musing about this recently and pulling a book from my enormous to-be-read pile, buried between books I found a card sent to me several years ago, after I “discovered” that there was a day celebrated as my name day. I had sort of remembered hearing about name days as child, and vaguely associated it with a Catholic practice of those being named after a saint celebrating a feast day of their particular namesake. But actually I found the tradition is observed in many countries and not necessarily connected to a religious observation. I found it charming to think that there’s a day celebrating all the Deborahs in the world.
Undoubtedly if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ll know as I’ve mentioned it a million times because it delights me so much – Deborah means bee.
It also delights me that my first and last name anagrams into things I love. I am “Wore Herb Bead” – and I can attest to that fact. I love making herbal beads and wearing them. I am also “Adore Herb Web.” Yes I do. I think of the botanical world as a beautiful web of flowers and herbs and trees and all manner of magic, and I love it all. And finally I am “Hoard Bee Brew.” It’s true I love honey – I only hoard it in the sense I love having it around. I’m happy to share. But I also like thinking of this moniker as an admonition to be mellifluous, which has as one of its original definitions “filled with something that sweetens.” I’d like my life’s contribution to be that.
It’s a perfect day to muse about who am I? And my new favorite question – who am I becoming?
What about you? Do you like your name? Does it feel idoneous? Ever anagram it and delight at the results? Muse about who you are becoming? Do tell – you know I love to hear.