I have amazing people in my life. They deem me worthy enough to bring to fabulous places. One such place being Klinger Lake Michigan. So last weekend, I clung on.
It’s one of those places where you sit on a pier, look out, and actually hear your internal monologue plea for you to remember it. Bottle it up and put it in your pocket. Take it with you. All of it.
The sound of waves. The spot where the water meets land. Where land meets sky.
Where you can forget that you need to figure things out to be living. And be fine.
And actually be better than fine because you’re living to live instead of figuring things out.
It seems so contradictory. Living dichotomous lives. I’m living them now. Wishing I could squish my worlds and desires altogether and take all the good and leave the not so good to wash up on the shore.
This area of Michigan is home to Amish communities. They are supreme cheese makers. They are also sustainable people. That’s why I was extremely amused to find a horse and buggy outside of monopoly USA.
Not the local meat shop. Not the produce market. Not the mom and pop pizzeria. But Walmart.
I love this. Not because it initially amused me so much but because it shows me that the Amish need toilet paper too. And sometimes they need to collide worlds to get it.
So as worlds collide. And thoughts collide. And present and future collide. And water, land & sky collide, I drank Bells Beer, ate quarter gallon Huntington’s waffle cone servings, and spent time with people who deemed me worthy enough to share their haven away from collision.
...and sometimes taking the not so good with the good reminds me of what is so good. And although collisions are turbulent, momentarily, looking out from that pier, seeing all natures' collisions come together, they can be so awakening & beautiful.
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