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Those winds of change have felt more like tornadoes on a personal level, but what I KNOW, is that they will eventually drop me off along an edge of some cliff, symbolizing all my desires and wants.  It will be up to me to actually leap into the unknown – ’cause those blowing days can only motivate me to move. With that said, once again, I’m feeling like Dorthy, wondering where in the world Toto has gone……

Last week I had a headache for 3 days straight!!

Hard core, Tylenol, ume boshi plum, Motrin can’t make it go away headache…I felt like a tulip pushing through the last layers of remaining winter ground.  In November, Lena and I had a chat – I told her and a few others that this winter was going to be about going deep inside.  My plans were to bury myself in my writing projects, feed the baby (this site) and take care of myself.

I also stated that by April I’d emerge a full blown Tulip, tangible and colorful..with the excitement of a new romance.  I’ve always loved Tulips, more so than any other flower – well Stargazer’s are pretty rocking.  The last few weeks of winter are the most trying of times, as I have outgrown living inside and am tired of the gray, searching for color everywhere, hungry for inspiration.  Much like a Tulip, pushing my way through the tunnel that leads me to the light of Spring.

So now, that I’m finding inspiration in my closet, I’m happy to announce that I have avoided my schleppy gear and I am now rockin’ things I’ve not worn in 2 years!  This has helped me get up and get it together. Another thing that’s helped, is stepping out into the world. It’ strange but the entire time we lived in our previous house, it felt almost impossible to leave it!  It wasn’t just the cold outside that whispered avoidance, but it was as if the walls were telling me there was nowhere to go…I felt trapped.

Since we’ve moved, I’m moving forward and outside. Mary Alice invited Lola, Bella and myself to attend Peter and the Wolf in Spanish at the Nashville Symphony – the narration was in Spanish.  The girls LOVED it and so did I!!!!

First of all, the Symphony here is amazing, as the building itself has been done in an art deco style.  The best part was listening and imagining with our eyes closed, Lola surprised us all by talking about it still today.

Then this past Thursday night Virgina Harper included the girls and myself to attend a dinner and gathering for Kids with Crohn’s support group.  I was totally blown away with the stories of how these kids and their families have rallied and taken control of their lives, by making dietary and emotional lifestyle changes.  The largest growing group of folks diagnosed with digestive disease’s are children between the ages of 4 and 10 years old, this was unheard of 10 years ago.  Why is this happening you ask?  I have a theory, today’s humans are raised on genetically modified foods – GMO’s, what these GMO’s contain a bacteria that ’causes ulcerations through out the digestive tracks of lab rats, when this bacteria enters a young toddlers intestinal system and is the main source of nutrition guess what?  The tissue is so delicate to start the bacteria eats away at it!   Add to the diet ACID – via tons of wheat, sugar and dairy- oh and drop some fat and guess what? The delicate tissue is attacked by the bodies very own immune system, ’cause our body wants to fight the acid in the blood.  Dang, our babies don’t have a shot in the dark, and if we think they are sick now, just wait…
Next time you hear someone ramble on about how their kids only eat pasta, pizza and mac & cheese or chicken nuggets, say a prayer.

With all this said, I was inspired, inspired to really continue to step it up with my kids and their food – more veggies, less wheat, NO dairy – well occasional, and fight the sugar. Listen, the sugar is tough as NAILS ’cause who doesn’t want to allow a cookie here and there?  Also I KNOW that Bella needs to get in the kitchen with me and participate in this food process, that’s what these kids are doing.  Most kids back in the day helped cook when cooking was cooking.  We’ve got to arm our kids with skills, I see them as being warriors going into the world.  They will KNOW how to heal with food, they will KNOW what food is good for, they will KNOW how to prepare food for themselves and others.  It’s funny this is said to be an alternative way of eating but in truth it’s an ANCESTRAL (thanx Carolyn Ross,MD) way of eating – this is ORIGINAL eating.  My girls will KNOW what I KNOW, my health and well-being is a priority to NO one other than me, with this said – listen up ’cause we are all in the same position.

Saturday morning was a ton of fun too, Lena and I headed over to Lauren Williams groovy casa to put together our new Beauty Section!! I must say I LOVE my job, I love doing what I’m doing, I was reminded of what it means to be successful – happy to get up every morning with something to look forward too! This is success!

Sunday was again another really good day, my friend Marielle invited me to Cheekwood art museum to attend a private lesson and showing of Matilda Geddings Gray Foundation Collection, of Fabergé.

Once again, I was out hunting inspiration and wondering just how it would appear, I was thrilled to attend this event.  I listened to the curator tell the tails of this Geddings Gray woman as I gazed into the glass cases…what I witnessed was time, I loved looking into a window of time, a time of Czars and Princess’s and great collectors.  What I found fascinating were the amethyst and diamond Tulips, of course they would be there symbolizing my process, a dim light shining down upon them.  In another case not far away were Fabrege’s “Lilly of the Valley”, and of course my mothers image swept passed my eyes..never is she far from my dreams and desires.  The curator asked if any one had questions about the symbolics of such plants, and of course I wanted to know the story of the Tulip.

Legend tells of Ferhad, a Persian youth, who fell in love with a young woman. Her name was Shirin and she did not feel the same about him as he did about her. Because of this Ferhad traveled into the desert to die, from a “broken heart.” As he began to feel heartache, he started to cry. His tears are said to have turned into beautiful tulips.

Maybe with all the change entering my life, my tears are the grief for what I release and for sure they are not wasted, appearing as tulips on my table?

I will keep pushing through the soil of what I want to manifest, not losing sight of what I already have.