As Southern women, we learn early about the virtues of hospitality. Our elders teach us how to address invitations, set tables and present food on trays with doilies.
    Later, we come to realize that some people practice the art of hospitality. What we experience in their homes has less to do with what food is served and more to do with the spirit of the place. The host is able to create an environment where judgment is suspended and conversation flows with genuine give-and-take. We know we are safe.

As adults we often introduce ourselves by what we do or where we work. Concerned about how others see us, we define ourselves by achievements and titles.

At some point though, a voice calls from within. It may start with doubts about the meaningfulness of our jobs, about whether we are fulfilling the promise of our gifts. We start asking questions of vocation rather than occupation, questions of who we are rather than what we do.