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  • Marina Sofia is not the name I was born with. It was the name I wanted to give to my daughter. 'Marina' I associated with the sea, with boats, with feeling the wind in your hair and daring to sail forth and explore. I wanted my daughter to be a fearless pirate. 'Sofia' of course is wisdom. I wanted my daughter to be curious, informed, fair, learning from people and from experience.

    So I waited.

    And then I had a son. So I kept the name for my second child. And then he was a son too. So I learnt to love boys. I put the name up on a high shelf, out of sight.

    But then, a few weeks ago, a wonderful thing happened. After many years of silence, a creative person inside of me started to break out. She was me and yet not me, she needed a different name. So I took a stepladder, picked up the name from the shelf, dusted it with one swift puff of breath.

    And now it is so my own, I cannot imagine being without it anymore.

    All the while, I've been thinking of T.S. Eliot's 'The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter/ It isn't just one of your holiday games... His ineffable effable/Effanineffable/Deep and inscrutable singular Name.'
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