I had a dream last night about my next baby. So many dreams lately..
In the dream, we had another baby, a boy! (yay boys!) In the dream, I told Aaron the name I was given for him was Phoenix. Dream Aaron says, ” Oh wow. Um, really? Phoenix? Isn’t that a lot for a kid?” He wasn’t a huge fan of the name. I was adamant, it was the name given to me by God! “That’s the name he’s getting, call him Nix if you want, but his name is Phoenix.” Dream Aaron finally agreed.
When I woke up, I told Aaron the dream, and about the name. Aaron wrinkled his nose and said, “Oh wow. Um, really? Phoenix?” I laughed.
I know the ancient Egyptian and Greek myths about the Phoenix, a bird that, at the end of it’s life, builds itself a nest of myrrh twigs that then incinerates, burning both nest and bird, only to leave the egg of the soon to be born phoenix in the ashes.
It’s then reborn and repeats the cycle, forever. There are all kinds of fun (for someone who likes a good story) myths about the phoenix: that it can heal with it’s song or tears, that it flies into and out of the sun etc. You can wikipedia it.
I just thought it was interesting.