Know Me By My Name

My name is not easy. 
You won’t taste recognition
the first time it touches your lips. 
It offers no cursory familiarity 
to speed your greeting as you meet me. 
No, it does not roll smoothly off the tongue 
with a careless pass.

My name demands a moment of consideration (hesitation),
an observance of vowels and consonants. 
A rehearsal of sound. 
Discomfort, pause, assessment—

I’ve listened as you carefully or clumsily put the notes together. 
I’ve watched as new connections formed behind your eyes or as you hurriedly
sought an alternative to call me by.

Who am I anyhow?

Dinavie Sanchez Salazar 
is a heavy name.

A name with corresponding numbers yielding an 11. 
An angel number, they say. 
A master number, they say. 
A highly spiritual vibration that contains an alchemical journey,
beckons an odyssey along upward spirals of ascension. 
Potent, they say, but not without devoted work.

What’s in a name anyhow?
Mine was born of my two grandmothers.
Formidable women in their own right.

Segundina, whose incredible strength, valor,
heartache and sacrifice I know intimately 
from all the years she Lovingly raised me.
Your superstitions were shunned, but I know 
there flowed magic in your veins.

And Vicenta, whose spirit I know from the stories.
I can see you now—
Red-lipped noblewoman riding on horseback
through the mountains, pregnant,
to catch your philandering husband.

Dinavie Sanchez Salazar
is a name suitable for a firstborn
of an immigrant family pioneering life 
in new lands of Opportunity,
from a powerful lineage rising from the rubble of 400+ years of colonialism.

It is a name for a warrior and a healer. 
Born of both poverty and nobility. 
Incarnated here with purpose. 
Ready to tell my story. 
Our stories.

I am a ranger of the valleys of Shadow. 
I am a channel for the spirits of Light.

I am Dinavie Sanchez Salazar. 
Know me by my name.