Have you ever wanted to change your name; your first name, that is? Back when I was in grade school, I skiied at our local ski slope every chance I got. My dad taught skiing, and I skiied for free. At that time, I loved speed. I would often abandon my ski poles and point my skis straight downhill and ski like the wind. At that age, I had no fear. I also was a bit moody about being a girl, so I always told my dad to tell people that my name was “Hank.” As I stuffed my hair up inside my ski hat, no one really knew.
So, have you ever wanted to change your name? It’s not all that hard to do; it’s all in making up your mind as to what name truly fits. I hadn’t really thought about name changes once I got older, but I did remember fondly being “Hank” for a while.
When I was in college from 1969 to 1973, it was the age of hippies, and the Age of Aquarius. Many babies were given interesting monikers, such as my personal favorite; “Wolf Starblanket.” (I always wonder where he is and what he is doing.) It was all about peace and love and rainbows and unicorns.
Which makes me wonder: would you like to change your name? I had this discussion with my oldest granddaughter, Ava, who is 8 years old. She said that if she could have a new name, it would be “Ocean.” I told her that was a great name (actually, I kind of wished that I too could have that name!), and it would suit her well. She has great interest and compassion for all creatures who live in our oceans.
For myself, I always liked the name I made up: “Moon Water Lily.” So, if you wanted to, what name would you choose? Think about it; you might surprise yourself.