Donata wrote:Twylah gave each of us our name. Some were given lovely names like Corn Maiden, Moon Veil, etc., while mine, Onogosda, meant "Wing Tip!"
That's a beautiful meaning. The bird's heart pumps tirelessly and its breast muscles flex, to power their flight. Their skeleton gives structure, their flesh is form. Beaks and claws for hunting, skin to protect. Tail feathers to direct, wing feathers to lift and soar. Yet, it is sometimes only by the wing tip, that we recognise him. When we stand beneath a bright summer sky and an eagle soars above us. The bright sun, turning him into a silhouhette, his distance warping perception of his size. Then we can know who he is, by his wing tips. Some straight, some curved, some flush, some flaired. I spent some time in the Kalahari recently and I learnt that, when trying to identify similar birds of prey against the midday African sun, it's the tips of the wings which tell me who's up there. It's by the wing tips that we know others. It's how the edge of a person cuts through this world, the shape of the wind stream which they leave in their wake. You know a person by their influence on their world. How do you cut through the wind?
Hell of a meaning, I'd say!