The Name of the Game
Hello lovely people! I would like to offer some background and understanding for the name of this blog: Manjari's Musings.
Manjari is my middle name. It is pronounced mun-juh-ree. It is Sanskrit in origin, and means "blooming" or "blossoming." This name is so special to me, for many reasons. It reflects my heritage, as I am half-Indian, my mom being one hundred percent. My maternal grandparents were both born in India, and moved to the United States, where my mom was born.
Manjari was also a person. My mom's birth mom. My biological grandma. She died when my mom was very young. I now carry her name. I love it. It's unique, and it has deep roots. It also feels to be a heavy name at times, because it is a reminder of something that was lost, and of a deep pain. And, it gives me a sense of peace to know that her name lives on through me, and that all these words written here, are written under her name. She never could have known that this would come to be, and there is so much beauty in that because to me it is a reflection of God's healing, even if only in a small way. It makes me sad too. I wish she could be here, reading these words, connected to me by both blood and name. My prayer is that those who lost her, especially her children, would find comfort in the God who restores and who brings new life.
Manjari is my middle name. It is pronounced mun-juh-ree. It is Sanskrit in origin, and means "blooming" or "blossoming." This name is so special to me, for many reasons. It reflects my heritage, as I am half-Indian, my mom being one hundred percent. My maternal grandparents were both born in India, and moved to the United States, where my mom was born.
Manjari was also a person. My mom's birth mom. My biological grandma. She died when my mom was very young. I now carry her name. I love it. It's unique, and it has deep roots. It also feels to be a heavy name at times, because it is a reminder of something that was lost, and of a deep pain. And, it gives me a sense of peace to know that her name lives on through me, and that all these words written here, are written under her name. She never could have known that this would come to be, and there is so much beauty in that because to me it is a reflection of God's healing, even if only in a small way. It makes me sad too. I wish she could be here, reading these words, connected to me by both blood and name. My prayer is that those who lost her, especially her children, would find comfort in the God who restores and who brings new life.
This is really special. I also love that you've connected God's healing to all of this. We all know that healing of any kind takes time. Similarly, flowers bloom relatively slowly, it doesn't happen all at once. Both healing and waiting for flowers to bloom require a great deal of patience.
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