I’m Juliana. My name used to be Julie but I changed it. There are seven generations of Ann on my mother’s side, and I simply took my place in line when I awoke. My name as it was given means Youthful One In Blossom In the Meadow. It still means the same thing, only now there is the addition of Grace. I’m not sure how that fits in quite yet.
My son’s name means Steadfast Leader of the People. My daughter: Beautiful and Gracious Bird of Light. We are a tight tribe of three.
I’m very scatterbrained. And intense. I need a lot of space. I have spent the majority of my life gazing out windows and often forget why I entered the room. I’m a Virgo, which is just so perfectly wrong. I like pie.
Aquarius Moon. Capricorn Rise. I live near the Buddhist box if you’re throwing darts on a map of identity.
I’m from Montana. I lived there for a long time. I was pulled by an instinctive force that would no longer allow me to live without knowing the mountains in their deepest and truest form. It’s where I was born. Fourth generation. My children are the fifth. Like natural horses, we make very bad pets. Our blood knows the wild too well.
I was raised in Arizona though my mother says I grew up in Montana. We moved a lot, which I consider lucky. Arizona, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado…in no particular order. I like to watch things change. Cities simultaneously captivate and suffocate me. I live in Phoenix again.
No one here understands the significance of pie, which makes it hard to breathe.
I’m a poet. Not by choice. If I could choose, I would be a moon of Venus in the flux of eclipse.
I don’t like saying “I” so much. But if you are here, you were likely curious and I set my discomfort aside. I. Me. My. This is it.
Air fascinates me.
Gravity keeps me in line.
The wisdom of the river is my truth, tells me to keep moving, to explore until it all runs dry and returns to source. Once upon a time, I lived near three rivers that all flow in different directions. They start in the same place.
I am opinionated.
I am compassionate.
I don’t give a shit about what you think of me.
I choose love.
My favorite things are rocks and birdsongs and shiny things. And watching the football with my dad.
And music. Always music.