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Monday, March 18, 2013
Today's Writing Prompt: Names
What is the meaning of your name? What does it say about you? Or, maybe it doesn't fit you well; you tell us!
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9 comments:
Sometimes people laugh when they hear my name, they think it means something, June Calender. Some people never hear the oddity. My parents didn't think of it, they just liked the name of the month in which I was born; had I been a bit premature I'd have been May. I don't like my name and always thought I should have been named Margaret, I don't know why. But I'm stuck with it and Google tells me I'm the only person with the name, well good for the others. I try not to think about it.
Beth means House. That was particularly meaningful to me during my pregnancies, being a "house" for my kids, and then lending my "house" to a friend who couldn't carry her own.
Firstly, nice to see Beth comment.
Back to the prompt:
My name Nivedita means Service to God. I take it as all the things that I see God in. As per my religious beleif, God is in everything. And thus I do my bit to help people without expecting anything in return.
At times, I fall into the rabbit-hole of expectations but i try to jump over it and do the needful. So yes, that's what it means.
PS: Thanks for this wonderful prompt.
Well, considering that my name is Sonnet, and I ended up being a writer and poet, I'd say my parents chose pretty well! No one ever believes it is my real name. In fact, I write under a psuedonym because publishers and agents don't take me seriously with a name like Sonnet Fitzgerald (they think it's a really badly made up pen name!) But Sonnet I am, and it suits me.
Even the type of poetry suits me. I love order, connection, and rhymes that fall into place like a puzzle in my life, and patterns, and things that just make sense in a synchronistic sort of way. If life was a blank page I'd never write free verse.
I play... Ariadne - http://ariadnearanea.wordpress.com/2013/03/18/ariadne/
When my mother was a young girl she used to name her baby dolls Mary Helen. She decided before she even met my father that her daughter would also be named Mary Helen. It just so happens, I am that daughter. And it just also so happens that my grandmothers are named Mary (dad's mom) and Hellen (mom's mom).
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combination of six letters; mispronounced every way possible; it means “palm tree”- my name. My name is constantly teaching me patience, tenacity and diplomacy. There’s an art to kindly correcting someone who mispronounces your name. I’ve learned from my name the skill of “rolling with it” on occasion when correction would be more painful to another than to my pride. My name fits me because my parents thought it was beautiful - perhaps like a palm tree blowing in the ocean breeze. What more could you ask for in a name?
Carla..."one who is strong"...and after raising three boys...taking care of parents and my husband's mom...and finally my husband (before his death) it certainly has been appropriate.
“Jane, Jane, vomit brain,” was their favorite taunt. “They” being my pre-pubescent peers who thought themselves quite the witty bunch. Clearly, “plain Jane” was for amateurs. I hated my name.
My mother, when questioned about her clear
lack of imagination, would say that she almost named me “April” after my birth month, but decided to go with Jane after one of her aunts. While I know that to be true, I can’t help also thinking that she wanted me to have a name I would have to work to overcome. Girls with pretty names like “April” are already ahead of the game. Life lets them slide on a lot of stuff and still get by. Perhaps my mother felt I needed to be made of stronger stuff if I was to make it in a world that had proven so challenging to her. Or maybe she just didn’t want me to get my hopes up.
(Thanks for the prompt. I'm working on a longer version that I will publish on my blog, injaynesworld, wherein I explain where the "y" came from.)
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