Name - Where It all Begins

Honey For the Heart - 14

The sun was about to bid the day goodbye when the clouds stood still, mid-wander. The wind paused from tying soft knots in the grass. 
The leaves stilled — not quite knowing why — only that a page was about to turn… in the Whispering Woods. New beginnings had begun casting their glow on the horizon.

Meanwhile, under the old oak tree, two friends were doing what they did best — thinking… and feeling feelings most folks rush past.

“Do you ever wish,” asked the bear, taking his sweet time, “you had a different name?”

The piggy looked up, thoughtful.

“Not because there’s anything wrong with the one you’ve got,” the bear added, “but because… maybe it doesn’t feel quite like you. Like wearing a coat your granny gave you — warm, but never quite your colour.”

“Hmm,” said the piggy, after a pause. “I do like it when you call me Piggy…but that’s not quite the name I’d choose for myself.”

The bear nodded.

“I think we all carry names whispered to us at birth…but not many are ever asked if they still want to keep them.”

They sat in silence for a while — the kind that lets slow thoughts find their shape.

“Do you think it’s silly?” the piggy whispered. 
“To want a name that feels more like me?”

“No,” said the bear gently.
“Our name is like a little doorbell others ring to call us out.
And changing the chime — so it sounds like our heart — that’s not silly.
That’s just… beginning to love ourselves from the very first knock.”

“I never saw it like that,” said the piggy, turning to no one in particular.
“To all who’ve known me as Piggy,” he said, “from today, I’m Mel.
Mel the Piggy.
Wise to some… but mostly sweet as honey.”

The bear smiled, slow and certain.
“And I’ll be Bumble,” he said.
“The bear who grumbles and bumbles through thoughts — then lines them up in a row…neatly, carefully, for the world to see.”

The air didn’t rise to clap.
The sky didn’t come down to cheer.
But both joined the sun — who still stood still — and bowed, with a soft smile.

Because on that silvery evening, it wasn’t just names that changed…It was two little beings, who answered to their hearts and walked quiet, bold steps — ahead of their time.

A Drizzle of Raw Honey 🍯
Have you ever thought of changing your name… but never quite got to it? Why? Too much effort? 
Or just… “It’s only a name”? 
But is it, really? 
Names are the first thread in the tapestry of who we are — the echo of our first identity. They hold our ID card — how we’re seen, called, remembered. To change a name isn’t rebellion. It’s reclamation. 
A soft act of saying, “Let me meet myself… on my own terms.”