One of the many explorations and exercises Weatherstone recommends is the creation of a name-poem, similar in spirit to the Song of Amergin or the Song of Taliesin. The poem captures your essence of self — your attributes, perhaps the turning-points in your life if you choose to include them — in imagery that speaks to your spirit.
Weatherstone doesn’t go into the purpose of the poem, specifically, but I imagine it can be used to give strength when you are weary and courage when you are afraid. It sings the soul back home, and changes when you feel that you need to change it — like your life.
My name-poem follows. What is yours?
I am the fox that escapes every hound
the speckled veery on its forest perch
the tune of a song threaded by birds
I am the ink that scribes the words of truth
the artisan of the air, beading words
and music into a vast creation
I was born of blossoms in the sun’s heat
the much-cherished daughter of the heavens
who bears a name of ill-repute and boldness
I am a warrior of the wind
who lands no blows but sends the opponent
into the diamond net of gravity
I am the pale phantom and the noose
whose borrowed name asks: “Who is like god?”
I am the namer and the describer.
I am the walker in dreams, the changer
behind the veil of sleep, the traveler
in my coracle of harp string and drum
I am a fisher-cat for fierceness
and an owl for grace. I am the great leaves
of borage, the blue stars of its bloom
I am an oak tree, a green stone, a stoat,
a spear, the strength of the arm and the foot
I am a priestess of flame and delight
I hold the dream-spear of the Red Woman
I wield the sword of the Fisher King
I serve at the altars of all the Gods