Big Waters

Having a background in the Navy, I’ve grown a fondness for “Big Waters.”  I’ve spent over half of my life near the ocean, but in my book the Great Lakes certainly fall into the category of Big Waters.

These are places where the land meets a great body of water, and you’re unable to perceive an obvious impact from the other side of the expanse.  The water stretches to the horizon and beyond.

Thunderstorm rolling in from Lake Erie

These waters produce their own weather, and the weather drives the waves.  They have a life of their own. Where they meet the land, there is conflict, but in the end there is a balance that’s retained for years.  Sand may move from one spot to the other, but the water and the land maintain and active but still stable meeting point.

It’s a boundary area on earth, and at these boundaries the curtain between the physical world and the spiritual world thins just a little.  These are places where real magic happens. Old magic driven by the ancient and perpetual powers of the Universe herself.

Today we were blessed with visiting this border zone.  We saw a thunderstorm from and roll into the lake. The land took the water and returned it to its origin.  Sand flowed from the land into the water with the rain, and the waves washed up more sand from the water to the beach. Undeniable action and movement, yet, the balanced was maintained.

Being away from the ocean, I’m grateful for moments like these where I can once again gaze out upon the Big Waters.  They are a place where it is easier to reach out and touch the hand of the divine.