I was talking to my father not too long ago. I haven't seen him since the two days we saw each other over the Christmas break. He's since migrated to Florida for the duration of the harsh Canadian winter months. His refuge lies in the subtropical humid climate, a low priced foreclosed condo in a gated community and the sweet smell of retirement just beyond the tip of his nose. He and I had had a bit of a falling out before the Holidays and distance as well as email had put a rift in our communication and relationship. During our conversation, Dad had mentioned his neighbor was selling a boat. It had been in the yard for several weeks and my father had been thinking of me because th boat's name was "Catherine of the Sea". I have to admit that really injoyed that name for the obvious reason but also because growing up in a place where the sea was such a big part of life I had grown attached to this entity. Like the character in the Jane Urquart novel "Away" I am pulled towards the sea as if in an almost mystical way. My realationship with the sea is probably the closest thing to spirituality I've ever experienced.
Touched by the moment of closeness with my father. So, I've decided to name it to honor him in a way; but, mostly I just liked the phrase.
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