“All I ever wanted was the water,
all I ever got was the land.”
~ Michael McDermott
The lake has been calling me—haunting the periphery of my mind like a fading dream or the words to a long-forgotten song. Just 8 blocks from my home, Lake Michigan is the second largest of the great lakes and the fifth largest lake in the world. Spring, summer, and fall, I go to the lake several times a week, walk barefoot along the water’s edge, and collect sea-glass. I have a stone I call sacred, where I sit and stare out at the horizon. I meditate—quiet my mind. My soul finds solace by the water. The lapping of waves on the shore can do that, whether gentle or stormy.