how do you re-define yourself after years of being one person? So many of you have known me as Bliss Diva – but one quiet evening surrounded by tropical rain, the scent of passionfruit, and indie music, all that changed. Like the snake slithering across desert sands in the hour of midnight, I shed a skin that had become dry and cumbersome, and I slid wet and moist out of the past until I emerged, re-birthed, into the light of day.
Faythe. It began as a middle name, after my grandmother, who I didn’t learn to appreciate until after she was gone and I remembered her wisdom while she was alive. ‘Faythe’ did not burst from the fertile volcanic soil, but stretched out, sighing in delight as the sun and wind and waves caressed its skin.
I am Faythe. Fay-the. Fayth-e. (faith). It’s not a noun, but a verb, and it reverberates in musical ripples through my muscles and bones and soul.
This is a new beginning, a new era. After days of laying out the plans for my dream life, I was still stuck and frustrated, knowing I was missing something essential. Knowing there was something I had to let go of, and I couldn’t figure out what. And, like the first jubilant burst of morning light from the edge of the Pacific Ocean outside my home, it came to me: I’m not Bliss Diva anymore. That name, birthed in a frenzied moment of wild art with my femme mermaid best friend in senior year of high school, has served me well the past few years – it broke me out of my creative shell and gave me the permission, the courage to be a new, vibrant creature.
But Bliss Diva does not serve me anymore. It has done its work and has made the transformations necessary – but it does not fit with my new vision of life. With my new life, I needed a new identity, and as I ruminated on the possibilities, frustrated by my lack of inspiration, my sister, in her eleven-year-old wisdom, said: Faythe.
And there: that emotional moment of ‘YES,’ when I realized that was exactly what I was looking for – a connection between my birth and my re-birth…Faythe. The multiple meanings descended upon me in a delicious blanket of love and light, and I could feel my soul smiling wryly and sighing in simple joy as it said, ‘well, duh, darling – you were always Faythe. You simply had to realize it.’
This is the re-birthing. Jubilant music plays in the background, and my heart leaps in euphoria and my body dances ecstatically, remembering what it is to be fully alive and centred in its power.
Obviously, with this re-birth, Bliss Versus the World is coming to its natural close. It has gone through its transformations and has served me and others in the ways it was meant to, and now it is going through its ending. I put it to rest with gratitude and song, and appreciate everything it has given me.
This is my last post here, as I am transitioning into my new blog: Faythe. (click the photo above to take yourself to it!) But this blog will remain open, though not updated, for the next couple months to aid people in being able to find my new blog.
It’s been a good one, Bliss Versus the World. I release you in joy and in thanks. Blessed Be.