My name is Yvonne McLeod of the Clan McLeod – there can be only one….I love the end of Highlander….names are so powerful – they can declare an intention to be a certain presence in the world. A name can enhance or subtract from our power. There’s a reason, in Harry Potter, that Voldemort is called ‘He-who-must not be named’ by those who fear him. A change in name can change our destiny – think on Juliet declaring, in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Authors have known for centuries that naming a character is crucial to the story; it creates an image before a word is spoken – think Charles Dickens – Oliver Twist vs Fagan, JK Rowling – Harry Potter vs Draco Malfoy, Shakespeare – Portia vs Shylock, from Gone with the Wind – Scarlett O’Hara vs Melanie Wilkes or Rhett vs Ashley….would Bolt Head conjure as much fear as Frankenstein???
The Golden Age of Hollywood gave us movie stars, who still radiate power and charisma from the Silver Screen – would John Wayne, Cary Grant, Marilyn Monroe and Judy Garland have the same allure if they’d remained Marion Michael Morrison, Archibald Alexander Leach, Norma Jean Baker and Frances Gumm? For modern stars who’ve changed their names, see http://www.screenslam.com/50-real-names-of-star-actors-who-use-stage-names/
If you have a child, choose their name/nickname wisely – remember different names can arouse different emotions, may affect promotions or draw different people into your life – whether you respond to Charles, Charlie, Chuck, Carlo or Elizabeth, Betsy, Beth, Bess, Lizzie, Eliza – whether we realize it or not, what we choose to call ourselves, whether we change our name for marriage, makes a statement….
A dear old Friend, Michael to me, Mike to everyone else before he met me, once said, “If you get married, you’re never gonna change your name, are you?” My response, “Probably not, unless it was better than mine, and I can’t think of one that would be!”
I love my name…Yvonne McLeod – for me, it’s not just a name, it’s my history, my DNA, my roots….The McLeod clan was born of the Viking king Olaf the Black of Norway – he had a son, Leod – (Mc/Mac = son of) – who had two sons, Tormod and Torquil, who claimed the isles of Harris, Lewis and Skye for their people. The Isle of Skye is still home to the clan, and the grand, still-functioning, Dunvegan Castle, still protected by the fairy flag of legend. http://www.dunvegancastle.com/content/default.asp?page=s10
Our motto is HOLD FAST, the main tartan is the famous bright yellow with a wee bit of black, red and white, and made world-famous by Vivienne Westwood as the whole punk movement kicked off…
I claim my Viking blood – the love of story-telling, my stubborn, passionate, determined adventurous side – never letting time or distance or facts get in the way of a good story or high adventure.
I claim my Highlander blood, where I received my HOLD FAST/never say die attitude, my loyalty to friend and kin, my rebellious nature, which questions everything, my pride and curiosity in how things work…”Who’s like us? Damn few, and they’re all deid,” said Sir Walter Scott. Enterprising Scots have given the world many everyday items, from television to telephone to anesthesia and so much more….see the famous poem emblazoned on many tea towels across the land…http://www.aboutaberdeen.com/whaslikeus.php
As a side note – I reject Scotland’s current political climate of being a victim and in need of pity and a free ride. Us Scots have always been creative, independent, and never victims of any country…no matter who is inciting that rumor!!! My clan, McLeod, has been in the thick of Scottish affairs and siding on the worthy cause, no matter how doomed to failure it was – think Bonnie Prince Charlie, a lesser specimen for noble leadership I cannot imagine, unless you indulge your wildest nightmare of Sturgeon or Salmond in ermine robes….there is nothing worse than the sight of a bully twisting words to make themselves out to be the victim, when you know all they want is to rule their kingdom with as harsh a policy as we have seen in Putin, ISIS, the UnIslamic state, and so many more…
Forgive my indulgence, I loathe creatures who speak of respect, yet give none, who preach compassion, yet will stab you in the eye as soon as look at you, who cry for global peace, but yearn for personal power….
My Viking/McLeod blood will not allow me to be less than honorable – I will tell you the truth and stand behind my word…for more information on the McLeod clan, see abbreviated history on http://www.rampantscotland.com/clans/blclanmacleod.htm or for more in-depth information http://www.clan-macleod-scotland.org.uk/home
The lead picture with my name is created from 2 magnets, given to me by my mum. Her sister, my auntie Carol traced that side of the family back centuries to France – Scotland and France have long enjoyed the Auld Alliance – from my French roots, I claim my style and love of scarves and hats, and posing about!
So, now you know me – my name is Yvonne McLeod – I am Scottish by birth and wherever I live, I will always have Scotland in my blood – although I was not allowed to vote last year in the Independence Battle – whether I’m drinking in the same pub as Robert Burns did in Dumfries, waving to Nessie on the banks of Loch Ness, enjoying Edradour single malt on a visit to Pitlochry, always staying at http://www.moulinhotel.co.uk, cycling around Millport, wandering down Sunset Blvd, hiking on Etna or singing ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ at Parkhead on a Champion’s League night…
The question left is: Who are you? What do you want the world to imagine when your name is spoken? What legacy will you leave behind? Will people be laughing, crying or cursing when they hear your name????
I want the world to know that Yvonne McLeod was someone who was true to herself, who loved fiercely and, driven by curiosity, lived a life of adventure, seeking truth, while entertaining, inspiring and enlightening along the way. When I die, I want balloons – green, white and gold- sunflowers and laughter – I want people to be telling stories about our escapades and, although missing me, be grateful that they once danced alongside me, for a lifetime or a conversation…
Thank you for indulging me on this very personal post on this my birthday!!!! Have yet to decide how old I’m going to be this year….Good luck, Yxxx