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June 24, 2009

From the time I was 15-years-old I knew life on a cul-de-sac was not for me. In fact, I dreamed of roaming the world and settling somewhere non-traditional. Coming from a great, warm family, I knew that one-day I would like to have children of my own. What I feared wasn’t the long years of no sleep, but the long days of “same ‘ole”!

When I met my husband I was living in Hollywood and pursuing a writing career, spending my extra cash on travel. He lived on a “cattle ranch” in Tennessee and air travel was part of the deal. When I got pregnant, flying remained something we did. Twenty-one times, in fact! I listened as passing strangers unloaded their tips on how to prepare for the changes that lay ahead. Usually their random comments ended with “enjoy your time now.” I flinched and thanked them while thinking to myself, “that’s not me, I’m NOT changing!” After all, I had been trying to keep up with the old me for the past nine months.

In fact, I refused to buy maternity clothes until my zipper ruptured at dinner one night and I begged my husband to drop me by the high fashion, expectant-momma shop! Unfortunately we arrived just as the young, skinny, never – been –pregnant; LA supermodel salesgirl locked the door and pointed to the store hours sign. I smashed my face to the glass imagining all those stretchy jeans with elastic panels wrapped around my middle, and then I sighed because the joy of my new purchase would have to wait until morning! Surrender to my new way of being had begun.

I WAS changing. When our new baby turned six-weeks-old we boarded the plane for the first time together. I was clad with stroller, over-stuffed diaper bag, purse, snack pack, infant seat, and, of course, dressed the same way I had as a single Hollywood hoochie! I’d sworn never to become one of those sweatpants and sweat suit ladies unless at home or the gym! The only problem with my high heels was lugging the new entourage that I’d gained over the last 10 months–the baby and my two lactating friends! Instead of breezing through security I had to maneuver the baby in her “Baby Borne Pack”, unload the stroller and reload it onto the conveyor belt, take off my shoes, unpack the lap top, place it in a separate container, remove my jewelry and keep the baby calm while moving as fast as my clumsy new body would move, so as to not hold up the LINE! I then had to explain to the security guard that the baby’s bottom was so red that if they took away my “Triple Paste” the entire plane would suffer! Finally, once I had offered to bare her bottom in proof that the “Triple Paste” was not a bomb; they tossed it back in the bag allowing me the fine opportunity to scramble once more for all of my belongings and reload the load! The 5 hours on board the plane was just as nuts, not knowing if it was OK to change her diaper on the seat or where to put the dirty diaper, how to cover my lactating boobs from the guy across the way who was nursing his 5th gin and tonic! I was so freaked out with germs that I kept my baby and myself sweating underneath a hot sheath of blankets, plus the many overstuffed carry-ons had us slammed to the window! Where was the guidebook??? Today I have two small children and live in the Mexican jungle! No Cul-de sacs here! When we are not here in Mexico I am “Toting Babes” between our cattle ranch outside of Nashville, TN, our traditional Mexican Dreaming House in Teotihuacán (the home of the Pyramid of the Sun and Moon) and Los Angeles – not to mention the many places we travel to in between! Via all of my trails and tribulations with air, car, boat and train travel, I have come up with a slew of tips. I hope these will encourage you to lead a daring and courageous life as a traveling mom. Good Luck!

TIP #1
The night before your journey have a conversation with yourself. Tell yourself, “Tomorrow will be a big day, but I am organized and capable, and I will remain calm and pleasant. I will not pick at my spouse or frazzle my children, I am a flexible and calm person!” Words to live by! I most recently flew from our house in the jungle to Nashville via Dallas. The “VIA” is where things got tricky! What was thought to be a 2 hour lay over turned into 12 and hanging in the airport with 2 small children became some what of a challenge for rule number #1! I tried my best to keep them in one small area, but 2 and 6 year olds need to move about and after 6 hours RUN! As these kids began to drive me nuts with their whining and jumping about, I reached out and pinched my six year olds arm; this was a big RULE #1 breaker! My way unaccustomed to being pinched 6 year old YELLED out “Hey, why did you pinch me, that hurt!” Of course this brought many stares my way – NOT that these folks weren’t secretly hoping I’d pinch one of them to stop their incessant jumping about! Ha,ha… I kept thinking how come when our parents pinched us to stay still we stood still? Oh, that’s right ‘cause then when we got home there was a follow up “WAP” which sent a message to our brains “momma’s got back up.” Now that I’m trying to parent with thoughtfulness and consideration for future therapy, I’m not able to hold on to the memory of what they did wrong the way my mom could, so a follow up smack down when you get home is just plain illogical, it’s like beating your dog cause he went on the rug yesterday! Plus once you pinch them all you do is up the stress level on their side of things… Dang being healthy emotionally has it’s draw backs! Since I was traveling alone I wasn’t able to take my frustration on my husband, well he did call to check on our flight arrival and I was a bit “sulky” – again as if it was his fault??? Us humans are nuts! Toting Babes is tough enough but toting carry –ons is double the work! My recent strategy was buying these two pieces: a Kipling Hot Pink backpack and a matching Kipling Hot Pink Carry Tote. These rock for loading the lap top in the back pack and the travel tote is a perfect easy to grab- need to get too diapers, wipes, toys, crayons and FAVORITE play dough! I love Kipling bags because they are lightweight and durable. The BRIGHT colors make ‘em cake for keeping one eye on the bags and one eye on the running babes!

Turning a Corner….

June 18, 2009

When we left the Mexican Jungle Bella and Lola were crying in the airport, wanting to stay. I bucked up and looked forward, knowing that even though the road ahead of me is here in Nashville I will for sure always return to Mexico.
Yesterday I awoke with the concept of third world and first world in my head. As a child, I was told by the media and other folks that life in the Third World was rough, scary and tragic –a place people wanted to escape.
I thought life in the First World was fortunate because we have so much STUFF at our fingertips. Now I understand that life in the Third World is all about LIFE, LIVING, FAMILY and FRIENDSHIP… Surprisingly I am now slammed with the reality of first world living and what life here is all about: STUFF.
Maybe I’m truly becoming a third world gal?

Now that we are back in the first world, I’ve begun to understand this world from an entirely new perspective.
I’ve been working with Virginia Harper (Who is this?) one-on-one to open my mind and understand The Yin and Yang of my food. At first, my mind both wouldn’t and couldn’t comprehend this mindset. Now I recognize that each food I place in my body has a balancing effect. A few weeks ago I began to acknowledge what I was feeding my mind, but I still wasn’t putting the entire concept together.
That is, until this week….
I ran into the market to grab a few things and bumped into a guy I know that is on a diet for his own health reasons and has been on the diet for a few years.
He is a really great guy and always up-beat. That day, he served as a great big mirror of my life: his hands were wrapped tightly around his grocery buggy and his eyes intensely bugged out, “How are you? How was your trip? Did you get sick?”
Tossing me from my calm and balanced place, I immediately started chatting about my not-so pleasant experience with the tummy. As I spoke his eyes bugged out further and his knuckles turned white…then he jumped in!
“You know I don’t travel AT ALL, but when I do I pack a crock pot, electric kettle, hot plate, electric steamer, all my own food and cook in my hotel room. Every time I eat out I KNOW I’m gonna get sick and guess what? I DO!
It is so tragic!!!”
I then asked him, “How long have you been on this diet?”
5 years, he says.
Hmmmm… 5 years and you are still so ill and unable to find something healthy to eat out there in the world with out lugging the kitchen?
Yep… It’s part of the deal, he says.
As I walked away from him I saw who I could be in his reflection: I could hold on so tightly to this illness, checking my stomach every five minutes searching for pain, tensing up after I eat in fear of something being wrong, and holding onto my market buggy for dear life!
Nope, not I.

The next day I sat with Ginny expressing my concerns and my run-in with “Hi I Hold On To Things” in the market. Her first question was, “Do you see now how DISEASE and ILLNESS can claim the body and becomes the host’s identity?”
Hmmm….
Next, we discussed the partial obstruction to my ability to comprehend this new perspective: what do I put into my out-of-balanced body?
Well, you see, I love Mexican coffee made with carnation evaporated milk. In fact, when I lived there full time I drank it twice a day!!! Morning and evening!
This milk is super jacked up and loaded with sugar- bam I hit the floor after 3 mornings of it!
“Why?” I asked.
Her response, “Because you are allergic to milk and now it’s totally out of your body. It’s like someone with a peanut allergy – their windpipe becomes inflamed and NO air can make it through. Your intestines finally couldn’t take it and became so inflamed that nothing could pass.”
Hmmm..
Then I asked, “Will I always have to be so rigid and will I ever be able to eat out?”
“You will find balance and know what you can eat and can’t eat. Then you’ll have your little kit of tricks: umeboshi plums for aiding in acid and gas, kuzu tea for strengthening and digestive enzymes.”
I heard my angel, “Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh, Girl you can do this, now you just gotta relax and make it happen.”

Hmmm… Last night I talked with Nanny and Bubba (they flew in for the week). I shared with them what I just wrote and our conversation quickly turned to how people hold on to suffering and why… Bubba said something great: “the one with the illness has all the power.” Meaning that they control the day, the night and the attention in the house.
Hmmm… Does the same go for Eating Disorders? Addiction? Depression? All Chronic Illnesses?
I gotta investigate and call on some of my Go To Know It All’s…this is getting interesting.

RAFFLE TIME!

June 15, 2009

PRINCESS KNOW IT ALL IS REALLY COMING SOON!
I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU ALL TO CHECK OUT WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING….
IN THE MEANTIME SIGN UP FOR OUR RAFFLE AND IF YOUR IN MEXICO NO WORRIES YOU CAN ENTER TOO!

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Part 2: Dinner with the Past, Present & Future!

June 14, 2009

Sorry to have left you all hanging like that…
OK, so back to Dinner with the Past, Present and Future, Hans didn’t really know anything about my health. I presented myself with my best foot forward and I gave some thought as to what it was that I wanted to know!
However once he called my crew in from the other side they had a lot to say, beginning with the need to slow down and control my mind. He said that I could beat this thing if I’d just stop empowering it! Hmmmm, was my response.
Then he said that I can’t become the disease- I have to see it leaving my body. Hmmmm, I said again.
Then he told me the tale of a young teenage boy that suffered from an illness but once he unwrapped his mind and the minds of his parents (who were also feeding the illness) from around the disease, he began to get better.
He told me that once I took a clear stand with my health, the diet I am on will work and the “woman” that is guiding me is a perfect fit…How did he know about her? Hmmmm…..
He told me that Senora Gina needs to take care of me, and that I need to let her. He said we had found each other and have traveled many life times together.
“Yep,” I said.
Then he reminded me that my mom is with me constantly and that I haven’t been listening to her. With his instructions I was told to sit and write with her in mind. Hans believes that I can do this hands down with NO problem. In doing so, she will come through with her messages. Hmmm, I said again.
Hans then went on to tell me that I need to return full time to Sayulita, Mexico as soon as possible. He believes that this is the place I relax and fit with ease – my soft spot.
I responded by telling him that I have a plan of my own to stay in the States for one year with trips to Mexico every two months and return sometime next spring.
He told me to set my intent, and that by next June my health will be strong.
He said, “You can’t go backwards in life.” I responded, “Then how can I move back here?” He said that when I return I will be a different person, and the world I set up will be new and changed.
Funny thing is we returned to Mexico with plans of emptying out our beach house and returning it to the owner. However, the road was such a mess it was impossible to access the house by car.
So, in a few months when the road reopens and the rainy season passes, we will return with a new plan.
Then Hans King spoke of Mee; Mee as an individual- not a wife, not a mother, not a friend- but as Mee – just Mee.
He said that for 7 YEARS (how did he know about my cycle? In fact yesterday was my 7 year anniversary) I had been a good wife and a strong supporter traveling all over the world with my husband. I had been a good and supportive mother – tender and loving. He said that now I was going to support myself in the same way that I have been supporting my family.
Hmmmm…I said.
Hans then began to talk about my work- can’t tell you all this ’cause I don’t want to jinx it! haha… but it was SUPER EXCITING!!!!!
I will tell you this though, he looked to the invisible panel that had shown up and then back to me asking, “How busy do you want to be?”

Oh, gosh gotta stop… the little people are up… I will write more later, especially about the CONVENT that he knew houses my work!

Dinner with the past, present and future..

June 10, 2009

What a huge week we’ve had!
Where to start I just don’t know, maybe with the tummy?
That’s right, I should have known what was coming, but how could I have? In the States life is all about doing as much as we can, packing as many activities into one day as possible. In fact, I don’t usually sit down to do NOTHING until 9:30pm, when I go to bed!
OK that’s not true, I do nothing once a week with Happy Son Of My People (Gil Ben Ami).

The moment I walked through the door of Senora Gina’s grand casa I felt shaky and weak, sinking into one her fabulous chairs.
By our third day here my tummy started to ache more and more. You see, it had been building a week before we left the States. My tongue started swelling everytime I ate something but when the pain hit I wasn’t prepared for the punch it was packing.
By 6pm I was on the floor, not really believing that this was happening…After all, I’m better? I don’t suffer as much as I did.
Senora Gina to the rescue, we got on the phone, called Virgina Harper and started taking action.
The last time I suffered a bowel obstruction was last November and it was scary. It was not unlike Fred Sanford and knowing if it’s the “big one” – the one where my entire intestine rips apart. Here I am, at least 4 hours from a hospital that could save my life.
This time it was different, Virginia Harper gave us directions: I used a ginger compress to move the circulation and help reduce the inflammation, soaked my feet in a bucket of hot water while Senora Gina massaged the pressure points in my hand that are connected to the intestines. These obstructions usually last up to 72 hours, can you imagine pains worse than labor?
Lucky for me to know Virginia, ’cause within a few hours the worst passed!

Then next two days were really tough- not physically, but emotionally. I felt defeated, confused and scared that what I’m doing isn’t working.
What are my options? Horrible drugs that don’t HEAL but push the disease deeper into my body and add gnarly symptoms?

Senora Gina and I got in the kitchen and began drinking my teas and cooking super soft, healing foods.
In the meantime we were all blessed with an interesting and charming dinner guest, Hans King.
Hans is a medium, someone who speaks with folks on the other side, hears angels, and sees direction when others can’t.
He recently moved to Puerto V. and came to dine with us and share his gift.
Senora Gina hired a chef and put on a feast! She wasn’t so excited about having a “reading”- she’s never done so before and it’s not really her thing. Not that she is a skeptical person, just someone that doesn’t have a desire to know what she doesn’t know.

Hans didn’t seem to pay much attention to this; he guided her down to the pool area and chat, they did.
She described her interview as “radio-like” because, in her words, what she thought was just the two of them sitting down together turned into an entourage of folks from her past!
For starters, he knew exactly how her father passed, what her relationship was like with her mother and a great many things that I am not privileged to share because she, herself, had not EVER shared them with another human! Until Mr. Hans King came for dinner.

My turn!
Hans King had no idea that I had been sick – we didn’t speak about it when he arrived and I decided before he got to the house that I need to represent the dream in my heart. I got up, put on my favorite dress and applied my cosmetics as if I were heading to a fine Mexican restaurant. I have a theory that when someone with the gift gives you a reading they can only read what you are seeing for yourself. They can see your fears, your dreams, your doubts, your wants.

OK gotta stop…The Mango Mommas are arriving for a dinner/pool party!

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