Lake Michigan in March
Normal person here.
Artist. Writer. Teacher. Mother. Friend.
Long-time West Michigan resident with a serious dislike of cold, cloudy winter, but sometimes…sometimes…a receiver of true gifts.
Joy.
That only thing every West Michigander craves.
The gift of sunshine in the winter.
It is truly a gift.
One worth savoring.
Perhaps — dare I confess? — delaying taxes for.
Why?
Because there is nothing as soothing to the soul as sunshine.
Unless, perhaps, it’s sunshine and our Great Lake.
She moans, she sighs, she frolics, she delights, and sadly, occasionally, she kills.
But mostly she just IS.
She is ever-present in our lives –
sort of like the moon, but louder, and often more comforting.
Gloriously raucous on a windy day yet softly caressing on a crisp, white night.
Today, this late March day when everyone is tired…oh so tired of school, of work, of grey, of cold,
of winter tedium, and crappy drivers, and too-cold fingers, and soggy boots.
Today, she gifts us with light, and life, and a sun-filled surf encouraging of our resurgent lust for spring.
Today is a day for stopping.
Listening.
Absorbing.
I shall ignore the “have-tos” for a moment; throw off my work day like a hot, prickly winter hat, and journey to the Lake.
MY Lake.
She is my constant.
My supporter.
My touchstone.
My heart.
She listens. She whispers. She caresses.
Sometimes
She Roars.
Today — with wind in my hair, rare sun on my brow, and snow at my feet, she Roars Encouragement.
Just keep going.
Fill yourself up.
Suck up the Sun.
Feed your spirit.
Nourish your soul.
Live this moment.
THIS Moment!
In harmony, in greatness, and in awe.
Some days are about Self and Sustenance.
Savor them.
