Isabelle Grace is not the name I was given a birth. I changed my name – changed all my names – when the old ones no longer fit. It took a while – fingerprinting, court filings, license, Social Security, lot of details & a bit of bureaucratic hassle.
Renaming is a big deal – spiritually as well as conventionally. I did it because I got the message in meditation — that it was time to change my name – at a time when pretty much every comfy structure I had in place had fallen apart. My iron grip on control – or at least the illusion of it – had been snapped by a string of crises that would each make the “Top 5 Most Stressful Life Events” list. I was learning to navigate by feel rather than will, checking in with my gut first and social convention second.
So when I got the “hit” that it was time to change my name – and then got what I was to be named – I sat with it long enough to be sure I was getting the message right & then went full speed ahead with the process. Kicked up a shitstorm in my family. Found some truth about love, divinity, relationships … and a great deal about the power of following my own path.
I am Isabelle Grace.