What, who?
While I tried to become completely conscious and leave dreamland behind, I pondered the name for a few minutes, trying hard to make connections to the names Zach and Robin. Except for the name Zachery being my brother's middle name, I knew no other Zachs. And the only robin I could think of was one of the many that were outside on this rainy Spring morning working hard to attract mates, fight over territories and nest.
It could've been the name of an native American shaman. Maybe, maybe not. I decided to Google the name and see what came up.
The first try brought up Zac Robinson, a quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals. Hmm.
I clicked on "Zac Robinson Memorial". It turned out to be a memorial foundation created in the name of young Zachery Robinson, a gifted golfer that died at the hands of a drunk driver in 2006 at the tender age of twenty. "The mission of the ZPR Memorial Foundation is to provide College Scholarships, help fund Alcohol Awareness and Education Programs and provide funding to Organizations that promote the improvement in a community."
Something I needed to be aware of? Maybe. It is a good cause. We'll see.
I Googled Zach Robin again and found several Zach Robbinses. One is a writer with an account on IMDB.com. One is a photographer and filmmaker in my area - more interesting. One is a Creator of Things with a Twitter account. There are 25 Zach Robbins professionals advertised on LinkedIn. And there was a YouTube video of a 13 year old actor, Zach Robbins, talking about the Transverse Myelitis Foundation. TM is a neuro-immune disease that causes paralysis in children, and his sister is suffering with it.It was a disease I was not aware of, but coming from a family history of neurological disorders I was interested in learning more, but later.
The question still playing in my head is this: what is so important about the name Zach Robin? Why was it whispered in my ear?
I waited a couple of weeks to see if anyone came to my attention named Zach or Robin or Zach Robin. All I've been able to see is that the robin population is rising in my neighborhood. They are everywhere! These little critters are staking their territory claims, their mate claims and their space at my bird feeder. I'm finding them aggressive and a little mean. It is that time of year!Maybe I should take one home and name him Zach. Or maybe there's already a robin out there named Zach.
Maybe not.
I'll just keep my ear to the ground and pay attention when Zach Robin finally shows up. He must be important. That invisible person seemed to think so.
