“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare
I spent a fair amount of time toiling over the right name for my blog. Reading that it should be “this” or it should be “that.” Often I’d jot potential titles down in variations of script or lettering, trying them on like dresses in a fitting room, turning; twirling; tilting my head; imagining. Several lingered and may appear in some sort of future form. However, the one I chose came late in the game, quite literally living up to its meaning.
Just a week or so before, as my “no matter what” deadline loomed, I continued to hem and haw about what to call my blog! Then late one evening it sprang from the page of a fabulous novel I was immersed in (A Gentleman in Moscow, by Amor Towles.) Its charming main character – Count Rostov – delivered a playful coup de grâce during a spirited word game with a beloved.
There it was – staring back at me – beckoning to be had, charged yet emollient, plump with a few of my best-loved things. It’s French; embodies one of my favorite words – Grace – as well as actions – Mercy.
Just in the nick of time, finally, the finishing act to put me out of my misery.
Mozaik Ink 