How the Name Came to Be
Rama of the Woods is a name that grew naturally, rather than one chosen outright.
My first name is Rama—pronounced Ray-ma—and my maiden name is Wood. I have always loved that name. I loved the way it connected me to trees, because I have always loved trees. Long before I understood why, that connection mattered to me.
I married fairly young, and over the years became mother to five incredible children. With marriage came a different last name—one my children carried, and still carry. Though life grew full and rich in many ways, I missed my maiden name. I missed what it meant, and how it felt to belong to it.
After twenty years of marriage, when that chapter of my life ended, I wanted to return to my maiden name. But I didn’t want the legal distance that would place me, even symbolically, apart from my children. So I kept my married name legally. Still, at some point along the way, I changed my social presence back to Wood—the name that had always felt like mine.
Only later—after years spent walking along rivers, through forests, and across open land—did that name begin to feel less like an identifier and more like a description.
The woods became a place of refuge and relationship. A place where listening mattered more than arriving. Being outside was no longer something I did; it became something that shaped how I moved through the world. Attention mattered more than explanation. Presence mattered more than outcome.
The land asked nothing of me, yet offered everything - steadiness, perspective, and belonging without condition.
When it came time to share this work—these images and field notes—the name was already there, waiting. Not as a brand or a title, but as a quiet truth. One that I belonged to, and that belonged to me. Now, I get to continue honoring that connection while sharing something else I love deeply—the beauty I encounter and carry back from the natural world.
Some names are chosen.
Others are remembered.











