Tarah Romano is the official name. However, many have come to know me as “T-Rex,” “Tarah-dactyl,” (or just “dactyl” for short,) and even my teachers grew accustomed to seeing “T. Rom” on the tops of my papers. Other people that may not know my nicknames would call me…outgoing, incredibly friendly, and enthusiastic. All of the above will do, although I’m somewhat baffled as to how exactly I became a prehistoric dinosaur.
But there’s so much more to a person than their name. How much can five letters (in my case) say about a person’s past, present, their future, their likes, loves, their inspirations, their ambitions. Instead of identifying people solely by name, I prefer to match them with their true being or a representation of what makes them unique individuals. Me, for example = sunflowers, a dirty pair of running shoes, a child laughing, a pair of hands. Explanation? Sunflowers: they are “happy-makers” so to speak, representing all that is radiant, beautiful, and good in this world. Beautiful are my dirty pair of running shoes, because everyone needs an outlet. Running is my path to a clear mind. It’s just me and the ground below. For children, life is simple. A poem by Francis Thompson voices the wonders of childhood that are so often lost with age: “Know you what it is to be a child?…it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.” And finally, the hands represent service and the idea of being open to everything around me. One can never touch another’s mind, heart, and soul through being selfish or misanthropic.
My “character collage” wasn’t built in a day, and it’s continuously growing. I have William and Mary to thank for that, the people, the place, the experiences. This is my home away from home and I want to tell you ALL ABOUT IT! So, read on and as you do, I hope you’ll think about your collage. What inspires you? What clears your mind? Find your “fairy godmother in your own soul” … and never let go.