If you chat with my friends, you’ll eventually hear rumors about lightning and I…when storms brew on the horizon, thunder booms in the distance, dark skies loom, winds race… the energy, the unexpected, the uncontrollable fast approaching…they with nervous and electric excitement may tell me to leave their house.   

 Almost every home I’ve ever lived in has been struck by lightning with me in it at least once. I stopped counting after 10 strikes, but my insurance company could probably tell you the exact number.  The first, my childhood home, my late teens, the bolt come through the window above my head, crossed our rec room and cooked the TV.  My parents sat in the car in front of our house waiting for the storm to pass so Mom’s hair would be ok after a visit to the beauty parlor. They finally joined the party when the firetrucks arrived. I’m thankful to report there were no fires or structural damage, only electronic damage each time.  

I’m the constant in these events. Is this a special attraction Mother Nature feels for me? Is she trying to get a metaphoric fire ignited?  Perhaps she’s trying to remind me of the creative spark deep inside. I’m listening now, finally running free with a creative freedom I haven’t experienced in a long time.  Hopefully this new chapter will be easier on my electronics.