My Name

One day when i was a little girl, i asked, my old man, why he named me the name that i have used for "every legal things"(certificate, id, etc.)
He answered, what 's a name? i replied, please dad, off course it does matter.
for example ?, he said.
Well, ... we can not call someone by hey...you...., gee it's so impolite.
or you want to say or do something but you don't know the name, that would be hard dad, i tried to argue.
He smiled, why did you ask dear? your friend mocked on you?
No, absolutely, no, dad........ i... just curious. Why didn't you name me Sari, Amelia, Puteri, Cinta, Cing, etc.
Again, he smiled then answered, every parents wants the best for their children, so that they take many prayers on their kids. Your name is a prayer for you and us.
Your grandpa was grown up in Central Java, and the goddess of rice in pewayangan (a traditional show using puppets that show characters of goodness and evil) so we gave you Sri as your first name.
And your second name Monica, it was not a baptized name as many people have guessed, it's an abbreviation from the day you were born that was Mon the first day in a week and you were our first child that's ica (we say it ika in bahasa Indonesia it means one, the first)
And your third name, Indriaty, again an abbr. from my name name and your mom.
And the last, it's a family name.
So can you guess, the meaning of your name dear? my father asked.
I guessed, quite not sure but i think, i said, the first light of hope who was born on Monday the daughter of you and mom, right? i tried for a nodded head from my old man.
And He just smiled.
What a pray i said to my self. I have to make good use of everything inside of me that have been given by my Dad up there and down here plus my mom for others.
Gee, many things have to be done.
O... yeah... what a name? :-)

Experiencing being human

Believe it or not,

With the fullest faith or not,

We are the immortal spiritual creature created by the Almighty God,

With His good characters inside this mortal body,

What a combination ……

We even can’t remember the memory with Him.

We are the spiritual creature who experiencing being human.

One night in bright August, S. Monica

It’s raining hard………….now.

I found him at last but ……

It’s …….countless ages ago.

My dislike turned to like.

My ignorance turned to care.

My care turned to love.

My wanting turned to longing.

My missing turned to deep mourning.

And my unspoken felling that I kept for century of ages,

turned to ashes, wiped away by tears of regret,

but the pain still remains.

Would the deep mourning turn to rejoicing?

Is this the end of my long, long journey or is it just the beginning of………..?

And the rain still raining so hard………

Noon to evening on bright August, S. Monica