{Image courtesy of Marie Claire & Andrew Yee}
There is something about hunkering down for a hurricane that teases and entices my creativity. I’ve always enjoyed a good thunderstorm and the midday darkness that sweeps across the sky. As a child, I loved heading outside with my dad to watch a storm roll in and feeling my heart beat faster the louder the thunder roared. I wrote a semester long paper during a 3 day evacuation for hurricane Ivan. I briefly took up photography in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina {which, unlike Ivan, I was nowhere near}. I flourish under the heightened energy of storms and as hurricane Isaac makes it’s way across the gulf, I sit in anticipation of the creativity it will undoubtedly release in me ~ with no earthly idea of how it will manifest itself. Sleep will not come tonight, of that I am certain.
That being said, my thoughts and prayers are with the cities lying in it’s path. After experiencing Ivan up close and personal, I feel for those who will spend the next few weeks picking up pieces of their lives should Isaac cause problems. 
[...] Today I cleaned the kitchen. Today I washed and folded laundry. Today I picked up the living room. All with this inexplicable sense of peace. Cleaning & Peace rarely walk together in my house. While the last load of laundry tumbled around the dryer, I took my “Mama Only” beach chair outside and sat with my magazine. Talk about luxurious. My heart was full to bursting and creativity was lighting sparks inside my brain faster than I could jot them down in Evernote. Life on fire. Is there a storm coming? [...]