Living a few insulated miles inland, it's easy to forget the power of Lake Michigan.
I’ve recently been making the drive up the coast to the charming tourist town of St. Joseph. The road that hugs the coast to one degree or another periodically exposes a view of the wonder of this Great Lake.
While a pleasure most times of the year, experiencing the fury of sideways snow from gusts that rip off the lake with the force of a high-speed rail train is a new experience that evokes awe. Visibility permitting, seeing white cap rollers to the horizon, a byproduct of the fierce winds that make it nearly impossible to open a car door, evoke a description — ‘Edmund Fitzgeraldy.’
For those who may not know, the words refer to a rogue Great Lake storm that overtook the Edmund Fitzgerald ship and its crew, including a young man from St. Joe, while transporting iron ore. It's immortalized in a song by Gordon Lightfoot illustrated by this video from Joseph Fulton.
This raw living energy is an extension of the same power that animates you, beating your heart and breathing your body. Insulated by the details of everyday living, it’s easy to forget. When you can ‘get on top of the wave’ and begin to understand and align with this, a sense of personal worthlessness and the ego's shallow attempts at compensation begin to loosen their grip.
On a lighter note, when describing the winter weather to a fellow traveler, he quipped, 'It's a good thing you drove instead of taking the ore boat in.'
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