The process of assigning a name to something feels uniquely human. It is a way to claim something as ones own. My children were given a dual surname to identify both their parent’s contribution. My car holds the title Merlot based on its color. Recently, I had the urge to name my place of residence.
A traveler by nature, I rarely assign a unique name to my residence other than its address such as the beach house in FL or the mountain house in WV. Even when I owned property it remained nameless.
Now, I discover myself assigning a name to my residence –
The Crow’s Nest.
I can justify the label as descriptive of the location – second story with a view of the trees, and the surrounding neighbors – three rather fat loud crows. But this is not why I have named my residence.
Naming is a feeling of ownership, an allowing of the spirit to accept something into its consciousness.
It started with the demise of a tree at the base of my staircase leaving a stump. The STUMP became a stage for the neighborhood kids to perform and I became their only audience.
The result of these shared spirits and laughter required naming.
What have you named recently?