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I reflect on this boat nearly every day as I walk past it during my morning dog walk. Is it more difficult for a the soul of a boat to be abandoned in the woods or parked in a marina overlooking the bay, still shrink wrapped on the trailer long past the fourth of July?
In contrast, the boat that I look at every time I open my front door smiles. It is so loved. It reminds me of one of the charter vessels I used to work on out of Camden, Maine named "Mistress". The love my husband has for this boat is very apparent by the amount of hours invested in polishing the hull, replacing the steering cable, sound proofing the engine hatches, recovering the cockpit seats and hiding in the cabin cozied up with satellite radio. In his eyes there is no end to the finessing. He calls the boat "Spin". I call it "Mistress". The roof of our house has leaked for five years but our boat is guaranteed watertight and hermetically sealed. Incidentally, it has a Mercruiser Bravo 3 drive. (Can't you just hear it purr?)
This past spring we ran out of fingers and toes on which to count the amount of rainy days we endured. It was the first time that I was actually relieved there was a boat in my driveway. It makes him happy though. And his happiness is my happiness particularly when we are all enjoying a day on the water.
There is no better analogy to life. Keep a good positive frame on the engine of your mind and you will find your truth and your path lined with brilliance. Foster a bad attitude and you will land yourself amidst squadrons of mosquitoes in the poison ivy of despair.
So, my question to you is:
If you were a boat, what name would you christen yourself? Where would you go? Who would you bring?
It's a short, glorious life. Tune your engine. Take it for a Spin.
