It’s been so long since I lived in a tornado-ridden area that I forgot how scary these things can be!
The other day, a woman ran through the Convent, telling us to all get to the basement!
She said there were two huge funnels coming this way and would be here in 20 minutes! Of course I have no radio or TV in there so I flew up and started packing for home, I had to convince her that I lived close and my girls were home alone with the maid who spoke no English and doesn’t ever watch T.V.!
Once I got into the car, I found out that the tornado wasn’t coming this way but South of us. Sadness struck 20 miles, packing punch and devastation.
Someone said to me, “How can you be so frightened of tornadoes, you’ve lived through Malibu fires, earthquakes, Drug Cartels and flying Grenades in the neighboring village in the jungle?”
Hmmmm…
I guess I need some ruby red slippers.
But where is home?
Maybe this all ties into the recurring dream I’ve been having,.
It varies a bit, but the story is always the same!
People are either trying to break in or have found a way in to my house. Always it’s this house in Nashville!
The dreams aren’t scary, just uncomfortable because I want these folks out of my home!
The invaders are always different – once it was a crew from a local circus, another time some farmers and their animals moved in, and a few nights ago people were trying to break in to our house in Sayulita, but it was really this house!
In my dream last night, there were two women in my house and, once I realized that they, too, were not leaving I asked them, “What do you want?”
They disappeared!
Maybe this house has tons of living that’s gone on in it since it’s so old. Maybe the worlds and memories it holds are smackin’ into mine?
Bella tells me that there is a man here and Lola doesn’t like him!
For sure, there is. For sure, there has got to be at least one person that’s lived here with strong memories, revisiting them from the other side or a tucked away space in their mind.
The other day, the housekeeper told me she thought I was the person walking around upstairs until I walked through the front door….
When the Witness was here she asked if I had been up late one night making food in the kitchen. I told her, “No, I don’t eat mid-night.”
She said she’d definitely heard pans clanking around….
Tonight I was downstairs and the girls were upstairs when suddenly the front door FLEW OPEN and then popped back (it was chained at the top.)
I froze.
Then I called my closest friends in Santa Rosa, California! Ha ha… ‘Cause they could run right over?
I whisperd into the phone, “What do I do?”
As I crept around holding a butter knife but I saw that NO one was out there.
Funny thing – the door was still locked and this is a tough old door to open!
So yeah, maybe something is happening inside this house but, for sure, the real action is inside of me. My introverted side, which believe it or not is sometimes greater than my extroverted side, is totally freaking out!
When I started this blog, it was just for a few family members and close friends to to keep up with our wandering whereabouts. Then it began to spread around and now a few thousand people read it. The realization of this spins my introvert inside and makes her want to hide.
To push her even more, I just shot my first episode of a weekly cooking show! After watching the first edit, little miss introvert freaked!
Plus my first book is very close to completion and publication and my online magazine is fixin’ to launch!
Maybe she is right; maybe I should listen to her and stay hidden in my casa, scribbling in journals that I pass on to my girls one day.
“FAT CHANCE!” says my extrovert.
The writer in me wants to keep movin’ forward, growing, stretching and sharing!
On Tuesday I had my weekly “Happy Son of My People” session and WHEW, was it interesting. As I climbed on the table I told him, “I have an agenda, my creativity! I’m ready to focus here, for the past few months it’s been about moving the healing energy around in my body, but the rest of me is ready to rock and roll!”
I should have known from his giggle that I was in for a ride!
The first part of the session focused on my tummy. He stuck a ton of needles in me and explained in near verbatim as Ginny Harper that the healing of the digestive track moves downward, starting at the top: “mouth, esophagus, stomach, small bowel etc.”
This totally makes sense ’cause my pain that has been in one spot for 10 YEARS just moved! Where did it move to? My DESCENDING colon. Heading down, baby!
As I was resting with my needles a HUGE pain took over this exact spot, it felt like WICKED gas or some thing trying to push through. When Gil came back in the room I asked him, “What was that?”
“Qi!” he said.
Energy.
Hmmmm… I said.
Once flipped onto my tummy and REALLY loaded up with needles, I thought I would settle in and have a really nice trippy-like dream! HA!
Instead, I was OVERWHELMED by heat and pressure. I couldn’t get any air, or so my dramatic and imaginative self thought. Not wanting to seem like a total lunatic and start banging on the wall, I rode it out.
THANK GOD Happy Son Of My People showed up when he did!
Once he removed the needles I exclaimed, “OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?”
He giggled, “That was your Creativity and what it feels like when it hasn’t been able to move around much.”
“No Shit!” I said.
So maybe the door blowing open and all the folks in the dreams are not people trying to get inside my home, but MEE trying to get out. Maybe the haunting is my very own creativity pacing the floors…
