Pronounced eye-OH-nuh, Iona glides onto the tongue the way sea-spray settles on the ancient abbey walls of the tiny Scottish isle that gave the name its first heartbeat. Born from Old Gaelic roots—probably “Ì Shona,” the yew-covered island—yet echoing the Greek “ion” for violet and sharing Hebrew ties to Jonah’s gentle “dove,” Iona wears several passports in her pocket and stamps each with quiet grace. In legend she is the windswept cradle of Saint Columba’s monastery, a beacon where early Latin-speaking monks whispered “floreat” (“let it flourish”) over illuminated manuscripts and rolling waves alike. Modern parents seem to agree: though she’s never elbowed her way into the Top 500 in the U.S., Iona has held a steady, cameo-bright presence for more than a century—proof that subtle sparkle often outshines a passing craze. All told, she is part island, part flower, part peace-bringing bird, and wholly ready to sail into a new generation’s story.
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