Names: Loren

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from “Lorenz,” from “Laurence,” meaning “from the town of laurels.”

Regardless of the meaning, I like the name “Loren” because of the sound.

Loren” is generally a man’s name, and it has a subtly different pronunciation from the girl’s name spelled “Lauren,” so this catches the ear first.  It hints, “This person is different.”

Furthermore, this pronunciation annunciates “lore,” as in “ancient knowledge passed on by word of mouth,” so automatically you get this image of a person who’s different, knows things, and is connected to the past—maybe even to the future, if he has a student.  This makes him feel automatically older before you know his age.

Even further (and I learned this more recently), if you mispronounce the name “Loren,” emphasizing “ren,” over “lore,” you get the name of a bird, a wren.  A common European species of wren is called a “kinglet.”   According to a folk story, a race was held to see which bird would be king.  This clever little wren defeated the eagle by hiding in its wings.  The “kinglet” wears a crown of yellow feathers.  A wren is also known for complex songs, including duets, and for keeping busy, foraging even in dark caves.  This further supports the idea of someone intelligent and fastidious, adding a sense of activity you wouldn’t necessarily expect of an elderly wise man (or wise woman).  It also puts some nobility and cleverness to the mix.

Potential persons for a “Loren” character:

  • a scholar
  • a wizard
  • a historian
  • a guide
  • a librarian
  • a wise king

Intermission Music

And now some music!  (on digital paper anyway)

“Gone Missing” (for flute, viola, harp)

As you can see by the PDF date, I actually wrote this some time ago for a different project.  I had a weird habit at that time of using MuseScore to make my own writing soundtrack, since the program itself plays back whatever is written.

I have no training in music writing, but now and then a lonely (if not fickle) muse stops by for company.  As soon as the next day, she slips off again, leaving all other musical attempts once against stilted.

Unless this is featured in some big movie production in the future, you can re-post this free of charge, so long as you attribute me as the composer and link listeners back to this blog or profile.  I’ll dream and add, if you want to use it for commercial purposes, please contact me and set up some kind of compensation.  Thanks.

Dear Instant-Liker on WordPress

Disclaimer:  Dear followers, I love you guys.  I just had this thing happen to me yesterday.  If you’ve ever had the same, can I hear an “Amen”?

Dear Instant-Liker on WordPress,

It happened.  You slipped.  I’m onto you now.  I see what you’re doing.  The smokescreen in gone.  I can’t believe I was so blind. Continue reading

21 September 2016

A call back to last year.  Originally posted on Tumblr.  A train-of-thought exercise after reading so many hard stories and wishing I could reach my hands through the computer to all of them.


On Power

there is no will to power
and where power predomintes,
love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other. 
– Carl Jung

The privilege of a lifetime
is to become who you truly are. 
– CG Jung

And so…

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

Shakespeare said that those who see the dancers
but do not hear the music will think the dancers mad.
Someone will always try to stop you from being you.
They can’t hear the music.
Only you can.

Are you trying to leave a harmful relationship?
With family?
A lover?
A whole community?

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

If you are not like them anymore, leave.
If they want nothing of you from you, leave.

They might tell you that you’re selfish,
Or weak,
Or proud,
Or immoral.
They may say that it is dangerous
For your body,
Your mind,
Your soul.

They may praise you for being virtuous
If you obey,
If you stop being you,
If you do as they say.
They will say to kill the part of you they hate,
To “die to yourself,”
When you still don’t know who you are.

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

So leave their shallow waters.

Here is what’s selfish:
Letting others think for you.
Here’s what is dangerous:
Giving up power to someone else.
Here’s what’s virtuous:
Taking on power,
Even when it’s hard,
And keeping it.
The last is the hardest thing.
For milennia,
We were told power is evil.
And so only evil people sought power.
For milennia,
We were and are being lied to:
To have power over yourself
Allows you to do the most good.

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

They plant the fear
and then call to it.
They take what you love
and they ransom it.

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

Somewhere, somewhere,
There is someone who will love you.
Somewhere, some place,
There is a place where you can live.

Find it.
Find yourself.
Call to it.
You will find it.

Giving up power is only a virtue
if it is power over another person.
Giving up power over yourself is, at best,
Not bravery,
Not selflessness,
Not good morals.

Leave the things that harm you.
Leaving will be the second bravest thing you ever do.
Leave the ways that harm you.
The bravest thing you’ll ever do, will be never going back.

Deep calls to deep.
Like calls to like.

Release your fear.
Leave it behind you.
Search for love.
It will call to you.

And when you stop listening to them
You will be able to hear it.

A break for a poem

Looking forward to posting on August 2nd.  I’ve finished my third draft!  Huzzah!  Drinks all around! (Er, we’re going dutch though, so just toast as you can…)

For now,  I’ve been digging through old material so there’s still something I can post for you all to read.  Enjoy my poetric attempts from my college days.   Continue reading