Miss Sophie Isobel of Her Library Adventures recently put a lovely little question out there, namely “How did your blog get its name?”
Whenever I thought of myself having a blog (and that was for a long, long time before I actually got one), I kept thinking of myself as The Fitzroy Flâneur. This little moniker stuck stubbornly in my head for a long time but when I sat down to actually launch my blog, I found myself resisting it.
In any case, this chappy seemed to have the local flâneur market cornered.
So then I thought of personas I have used in other parts of my life and Literary Lass sprang to mind. Unfortunately, it was taken and considerably/tragically underused.
Books were my next stop: the shelves in my study always have the answer. I alighted on my copy of Rumi and opened up to my favourite poem. But sadly Constant Conversation was also taken and sadly/flagrantly abandoned.
But sitting patiently next to Rumi on the shelf was Hafiz, and his heavenly poem opened up a path that I am grateful for, every single day.