I found it really hard to sit still in Michigan. If the sun was up I was outside, and if I was outside – I was usually walking. I didn’t even sit still to knit very often. My knitting output in Michigan was shockingly low – only 1 shawl and 6 wash cloths. For me knitting output that low is barely alive!
Jason and I went for at least 2, usually 3 walks (4 if we could make it happen) along the beach every day that we were there – when the boys were busy gaming. (I too love a good WiFi signal!)
A few times our littlest buddy came with us, but most of the time it was just Jason and me and shores of Lake Superior.
I don’t know what it is about Lake Superior, but it pulls on my soul. I am drawn to the shore. I love the sound of the waves. The rush of the wind. The crunch of sand and rocks under my shoes, and I particularly love looking for beach glass.
Clear beach glass
Green beach glass
Blue beach glass (which is pretty rare)
Older beach glass
Newer beach glass
Small flecks
Special surprises
I never – ever – ever tire of looking for beach glass.
I love how the lake can take our trash – our broken pieces of junk – and turn them into something that is so incredibly beautiful.
Sort of like the way that God takes us – with all of our broken – sinfulness and washes us in the waters of baptism and makes us his forgiven – redeemed children.
