People are given names at birth. Cities have names as do countries. Ever since we began having our own children and it became our responsibility to give them names things changed for me. It was as if suddenly names and their inner meanings were possible clues to who a person or a city was to be. I am always surprised when I ask someone upon meeting for the first time and I ask them what there name means and they are at a complete loss to tell me. It makes me wonder if they know who they really are and what they have been called to do with their one precious life.
Here are some of my thoughts from the Can Art Save Cities? talk last night at the Ladies Literary Club.
The natural tendency to burrow in during winter makes us more potent people ready with a full heart when the opportunity for fellowship arises.