I saw a movie recently called Beasts of the Southern Wild while in Athens, GA a few weekends back.  The story circulates around a little girl who lives in “The Bathtub”, a fictional island based on a real wetland area called Isle de Jean Charles, Louisiana.  The small amount of people and families who live in this area are unprotected by the levee system, hence becoming a bath tub when hurricanes hit the region.  All this news about Hurricane Isaac is making me think about these reclusive people and what they do to prepare for major weather events such as this one.  There is something romantic to the thought of staying loyal to your home and land, but also ignorant to the severe consequences and unknown.  Cottage Films has been documenting life on Isle de Jean Charles since January 2010 for a documentary film, Can’t Stop The Water.  I look forward to seeing it when they are done with the project.  In the meantime, you should check out Beasts if it plays at a local theater near you.

There is something magical about Louisiana.  Maybe it’s because I lived in Lafayette for five years as a child, or maybe it’s the spiritual connection I currently have with New Orleans.  There are so many people there who embrace and live it’s history…while progress is something to be embraced, living in the past can spark deep creativity.  There are artists in New Orleans that you can’t recreate or place anywhere else.  You can literally feel the essence of the city in everything you do, eat and drink.  I hope it weathers Isaac with no significant damage.  We are looking forward to visiting in October when Crush screens at their film festival.

Last night I had dinner with my mom and dad, just the three of us.  We ate Chinese food and relaxed a bit after the events of the day.  It is nice to hang out with them, I feel like our relationship has changed over the years to more of a friendship than a parent-child.  Our whole immediate family dynamic has morphed for that matter, especially since the arrival of the grandgirls.  🙂  It was hard to think of any of us having kids even a few years ago, now I can’t imagine life without our newest additions.  And one day the little ones will have their own babies, and so forth.  When you are in the middle of life it’s hard to imagine that not being the case, but eventually we all cycle out to give way to the younger generations.  It’s sad, beautiful, and perfect all at the same time.