What’s in a Name? ‘Tis neither hand nor foot…

My name comes from Da Vinci’s painting of the Mona Lisa, known to many around the world as La Gioconda. Some say she is Da Vinci’s self portrait, his feminine side–and the woman who supposedly sat for him doesn’t exist. Others say she did, and her enigmatic smile is actually just covering bad teeth. There is the mathematical theory behind the painting, that her proportions are based on the number Phi. And you can get yet another take on her if you read the current best seller, The DaVinci Code.

Whatever your take on her, you can’t miss that enigmatic smile. The one that says she knows something you don’t. That’s how I felt when I first began to practice yoga. I couldn’t believe how great I felt–and it wasn’t fattening or illegal. It was like I was walking around with this great mystery inside, and it made me smile.

A name is still just a name, as our buddy William Shakespeare would remind us. But for me, I find the name suits me, and as long as I stay in the mystery, I think it will continue to.