Get Your Hurricane Happy ON
I wasn’t pleased with Hurricane Isaac when he caused the cancellation of my Juicy Joy gig for 500+ joy-seekers in Naples today. I was totally psyched for a weekend on the other coast and it killed me to think of those 500+ people going another second without the benefit of my sage Juicy Joyful tutelage! Time to do some joyifying on me.
Of course, I started by recognizing that in the grand scheme of unwanted circumstances caused by hurricanes, my complaint was utterly picayune. Downright itty bitty. Besides, the change of plans meant I could spend the weekend with my two favorite people in the universe – the ones I happened to have given birth to. And to be honest, we’ve always totally loved hurricanes. I say this with the utmost compassion for anyone who’s been less fortunate, but for us, hurricane memories are nothing but fun.
We snuggled up at the window with warm bagels to watch nature have her way with our backyard. We’re off to the right of Isaac’s direct path, which basically means just lots of heavy rain and dramatic, exciting wind. When my kids were young, we had a rainy-day habit of throwing on bathing suits and running out to dance wildly in the elements – especially on warm days and especially when it was a real soaker. Tuck and Kate are 14 and 10 now, so it’s been quite a few years since we’ve indulged that tradition.
Kate was the first to say it. “Mom, can we rain-dance?”
Within seconds we were spinning, giggling, howling, and crazy-leaping through raindrops so dense they kinda hurt and wind that actually made it impossible to stand up straight. It was freakin’ amazing. Goosebump-inducing! Free, free, free! How indescribably juicy to wholly surrender . . . to playfully merge with such a wild, exhilarating, rare expression of nature’s power!
After a while Tuck noticed that Isaac had transformed our pool into a wave-pool worthy of water-park status. Irresistible! We splashed and surfed until the regrettable first boom of thunder coaxed us back inside to our toasty-warm huddle by the window.
I was looking forward to my Juicy Joy workshop in Naples today. But I wouldn’t have traded these rain-soaked, memory-making hours for anything. The workshop will be rescheduled. And those lucky joy-seekers will now get an even more practiced re-framer and a more genuinely joy-fortified me.
Once again, dear Universe — thank you, thank you for my “unwanted circumstance.”

