tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post5881287918269327857..comments2023-10-16T07:25:14.037-04:00Comments on Writing Cabin: How the Feast of the Baptism of Jesus and the Experience of Retreat and the Nature of Love Letters Come Together for Me These DaysJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17169893443626130840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post-30344898391923795872008-01-14T11:50:00.000-05:002008-01-14T11:50:00.000-05:00I knew you would get this idea, my friend. Naming...I knew you would get this idea, my friend. Naming is so important for you, finding the words, just the right words, for hopes and longings and wonderings and gleeful imaginings.<BR/><BR/>I take it Friday evening went well for someone who loves words the way you do.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17169893443626130840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post-30174218528672806672008-01-13T22:34:00.000-05:002008-01-13T22:34:00.000-05:00Friend,"People went where they knew that the thing...Friend,<BR/><BR/>"People went where they knew that the things important in their lives would get named." <BR/><BR/>YES! This makes me think that to hear named/voiced by others or by oneself in the company of others those things of importance is a way of recognizing/saying "These are my people, they are my home, come..." What a powerful, fundamental need...to have a part in the telling of the collective Story.<BR/><BR/>shalom...Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13564606268367781659noreply@blogger.com