Leola, pronounced lee-OH-luh, unfolds like a whispered haiku at dawn, its double heritage rooted in Old English leah—“a meadow bathed in first light”—and the Latin leo—“lion,” emblem of quiet bravery. It carries the hush of bamboo groves under a silver moon, where plum blossoms scatter their petals in soft patterns of impermanence, and yet it roars with the heart of a lioness stepping into morning’s first beam. Though its use has dipped since its early 20th-century bloom, today some nineteen little Leolas grace the United States each year, a gentle revival that speaks of deliberate singularity rather than fleeting fashion. In its lilting three-syllable cadence one hears both a serene promise and a latent strength, as if a fragile paper lantern, carried by a cool spring breeze, might reveal hidden warmth when touched by light. This name, at once pastoral and noble, offers a serene path between history and horizon, inviting each bearer to walk with poised confidence and tranquil wonder.
| Leola Isabel Freeman - | 
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