I’m sitting at a picnic table near the pier in Two Harbors watching Lake Superior. She is the world’s largest freshwater lake by surface area – 31,700 square miles (82,100 square kilometers), roughly the size of Maine. It holds 10% of the world’s surface freshwater. On a sunny day like today, the lake is full of flashing shiny crystals of light created as the waves gently rolling in.
It’s 50 degrees outside as I write this. The lake’s stimulating yet calming energy has already wrapped its arms around me. I sigh a breath big enough to fill me with peace and tranquility because I’m constantly amazed by the power of this lake. A freaky fact: The bodies of the souls lost in Lake Superior do not deteriorate. They sink to the bottom of the lake, and that is where they remain, fully intact. Alcapon liked to kill the people who did not support him and then dump them in Lake Superior (that is a fact).
When the White Star Line’s new ocean liner Titanic steamed for New York City on Sunday, April 14, 1912, it carried about 30 passengers heading for Lake Superior communities. At least nine survived the disaster to unfold that night, including two women from Duluth – Constance Willard, 20 and single, and Alice Munger Silvey, traveling with her husband, William Baird Silvey, all in first class. 2021 marks the 109th anniversary of the tragic event.
The image attached is about 1 mile from my house.
It is my private sanctuary of peace.
Each and every day I send out thanks and devotions to Lake Superior for all the power and energy she has given me. No words, written or spoken, could ever fully embrace what lives in and on the beautiful waters of Lake Superior.