What Is In a Name?

A touch of history, a personal insight, a vision – all of these form the basis for how we have chosen to name our blogs.

Reading the back stories has made this one of my favourite challenges. Each of us has put thought and care into finding names, an act that speaks of our dedication to blogging.

I have no clever poem, or words of wisdom to end this week with, other than to say read the treasures that have been posted here, if you haven’t already.

How blessed we are to have found one another.

Proscenium

Heart to heart

Pictures without film.

The Where’s George Project

Thank you all for sharing, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning with another challenge.

2 thoughts on “What Is In a Name?”

I’ve made my journey through these blogs. A very interesting topic. I have enjoyed them. Thanks for making this list. Great get-to-know-each-other theme.

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V.J. Knutson says:

March 11, 2019 at 12:12 am

It was. Glad you took time to get introduced.

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