Seeking the Name

Some two and a half years ago, I quietly lost my first Hebrew name. It was Tziyona, an unusual and pretty one which I had had a fraught relationship with but mostly liked. I didn't throw it away deliberately or carelessly. I find myself unable to do that to a name that was given to me.

That was when I was beginning my transition from female to male. Tziyona is an extremely feminine name, usually translated as "daughter of Zion." I couldn't really keep it if I was going to acknowledge myself as a son now, practically speaking.

That leaves me in need of a new one.

( Names have power. )