A new name?

When I started this blog, my intuition guided me to use the name Linda Jane. Some of you who know me may wonder why I'm using that, instead of my first and last name. Well, I'm not positive, since I don't normally question my intuition. My guess is that it has something to do with honoring my mother, Jane O'Keefe, who is now busy tending a heavenly garden. The story I heard about my name when I was born, was that my father, who was hoping for a boy unexpectedly decided he wanted to give me my first name. We lived in El Paso, Texas and he had many personal and work friends who spoke Spanish. He was almost fluent in the language and, despite his disappointment about my gender, he was impressed by my eyes when he first saw me as a baby. Later, in Mom's hospital room, he wanted to name me Linda (which means beautiful in spanish). My mom agreed, though wanted to give me a name too, so her first name became my middle. Linda Jane. (Caveat: this was a story my Mom once told me, and I wouldn't be totally shocked if it didn't go down exactly this way...she may have been trying to cheer me up one day when I was complaining about my Dad hating me!) I'll be honest, and never thought my mom's name was very pretty or impressive. But there is something cosmic about me having names both my parent's "gave" me. I like that. So, Linda Jane here.

It's a sunny and loud Sunday morning in the marina. We awoke to megaphone voices calling the day's fishermen out to sea. Our sweet 46' Hunter sailboat sleeps in a slip next door to a slew of fishing boats that haul the local guys out for early morning fishing each weekend. Even that raucous could not disturb the perfection of a San Diego morning on the ocean. We are truly blessed. I'm off to the local farmer's market to get groceries for the week and later today we are going to get a bike for me so Lance and I can tool around Shelter and Harbor Island.

Good morning world.