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Child of the Bubbling Brook

A few months before my husband's marriage to his 2nd wife, I decided it was time to change my name. I could have reassumed my maiden name, but it felt awkward. Besides, it was my father’s name. It was time for me to become myself. . .whoever that was. I was 50. Yet I felt like I was at the beginning of my life. Who…what…would I like to grow into?

It was a rainy, wet February when I began to think about a new direction for my life–one that was less obsessive and more appreciative of being alive.

I spent a lot of time walking the trails at a local nature preserve that mild winter. In the midst of 1400 acres of oak-hickory forest, I found that the trees soothed my mind, and the wide creek that ran along the trails made me happy. Its flood-swollen waters flowed steadily…bubbling, gurgling, and churning around fallen trees, rocks, and bends in the stream. The sound was so uplifting that, even if my mood was foul when I began my walk, I was practically skipping with joy at the end.

“That’s what I want to be!” I thought. “I want to be the sound emanating from the bubbling brook.”

My mother’s side of the family had a bit of Scotch & Irish blood. Embracing that heritage, I began looking for an Irish Gaelic word meaning “bubbling brook.” I found “coachan,” which is a "purling rill; a rippling stream, flowing over stones". For rhythm, I added the prefix “Mc.”

I considered changing my given name too, but that seemed far too extreme. Nancy means “grace”–and is something I have always aspired to grow into. At the end of that rainy February, I became Nancy McCaochan.

It’s not a snap to say or to spell. But it IS something I’m growing into. More and more–I’m happy, and more and more I tend to laugh and appreciate life. And as I do–more and more–through my yoga teaching and daily life, I’m able to help others feel the joy that I felt in the woods that rainy February.

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