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Are We There Yet?

May 19, 2010

Are we on the other side of this?

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Peep the link is to the story covering the loss at our Cattle Company (CLICK HERE!)

Hmmm.. Not sure, but what I do know is that I’ve been standing in the middle of it and trying to do my best to pay attention, ‘cause fo’sho there is a point – OK there will be many points. The only problem is that the water has receded and yet we’ve all felt as if we are still just below the waters surface, hearing everything from the bottom of the Piney River – garbled conversations, while focusing on breathing through the snorkel.

A few blogs back I wrote about “THE SITUATION” and I’ve been thinking just what “THE SITUATION” was really about – I think it was to tell me to stand up and take care of what I believe in, to express myself with directness – which is true integrity.  Everything is a set up for the next and the next for us was delivered wrapped in rain.

Living with Lee is an interesting dynamic, his father was from another time and Lee was raised on Ranches and farms, he was taught to do things with his hands, to understand the soil, rain and climate.  At the same time his father would be over 100 years old if he were alive (he was 50 years old when Lee was born) – his world was about NOBILITY and personal responsibility.  He raised his son to be a gentleman and a cowboy – having money didn’t mean not working hard.  Lee says that most folks have lost relationship with the basics of how to take care of themselves, when Katrina spanked the gulf coast, the average person didn’t have a clue how to rebuild, fend for food- let alone build fires.  I too KNOW this is true as most people don’t have a clue on how to cook with out opening a box, jar or bag.  We all learned a lesson via this tragedy – the government isn’t going to come in and save us.

Here in Nashville it’s the same story – we were all amazed at how little news coverage was given to this SITUATION, after all there has not been this much damage done to this city since the Civil War, there has not been a flood as great in at least 500 years.  A friend of mine phoned from Mexico City to check on us, she was certain that all was well and that we were being taken care of – she had flown to Seattle to assist with the Haitian Aid that was being sent down to Haiti just a few months ago. I told her we’d not seen national guard, FEMA and that one TIDE laundry center had been set up for the entire city – their deal is that they DO NOT wash any blankets and only two loads a laundry a day.  Has anyone ever seen what happens to clothes after a flood? Cuddling up with moldy blankets ain’t cute.

The real kicker is listening to all the FEMA talk, that they’ve given out all this cash – well Hickman County Officials (where our ranch is located) have had to go to 3 banks in search of county loans – they’ve been told that POSSIBLY the government will reimburse part of the loans if they get them.  There are 33 roads out in Hickman County the schools were underwater, and tons of folks are living in TENTS – NONE of this has been on the news.

We’ve been denied FEMA – they said that our “double wide” could be saved – Lee pointed out that it was off the foundation and rotten – the guy said well if it’s got a “ruff” on it and walls it’s good – Lee then pointed out that “trailer walls can’t be pulled out and sheet rocked!” Ha,ha….It’s all good, our farm house that we have been working on was spared, and Lee McCormick is a man who isn’t afraid of hard work and he KNOWS how to do things – only problem is finding people to work. We were blessed by the few folks that showed up to help with clean up, but the truth is most folks in this country don’t want to get their hands dirty with someone else’s mess – add in the fact that the Ranch is 50 miles from town and there goes the volunteers.

So here I am looking at the facts of life, comparing it to the 3rd world countries I’ve lived in where they still have local economies, when a hurricane or earthquake hit, EVERYONE donates and people find a way to rebuild.  Knowing this we are adopting a 3rd world approach; we’ve started with two buildings and Jerry Peele came last week to help build fences, he worked like an old school ranch hand 14 hours a day.  The real gift is that he “showed up” he brought with him a message “You all are not alone”.  This is the real deal fo’sho – after all we do live in a democratic government – meaning “RULED BY THE PEOPLE FOR THE PEOPLE”; something has gone terribly wrong and we now see the government as something outside of ourselves and yet we don’t want to pay taxes to support this government.  European folks pay WAY more in taxes and that’s why they have wonderful programs – childcare, medical, education etc.  I was listening to NPR this morning and the focus was Detroit – there are no longer law enforcement to patrol most neighborhoods or cleaning agencies to handle the maintenance of these neighborhoods – what has happened is that groups of residents are now patrolling the streets; taking back their city.

Our world is changing – the end of cheap oil is creeping closer and climate effects of global warming are real, this is not the last devastating storm or natural disaster to hit the US, however what I’ve learned from Tennessee and it’s people is that you get up and do it yourself and if you have an extra hand, you help your neighbor.

After spending an afternoon on Jane Ellen’s farm, I am seeing life with new eyes; you see she’s got 4 kids 6, 7, 13 and 15 – beautiful kids and they are also capable and intelligent.  Her kids assist in the running of the household the 13 year old runs the kitchen – cooking and cleaning, the 15 year old daughter oversees the farm – horses, pigs etc., the 7 year old is in charge of the goats (they raise them) and the 6 year old tends to the chickens.  The amazing deal is that all the animals on this farm live together in harmony with the humans – they are one family serious calmness!  Her girls aren’t snappy, saucy or rude, they aren’t afraid of hard work – as her 15 year old Sam showed up everyday at our Ranch during the immediate flood recovery efforts and worked like a man – I must mention she is also involved in pageants – she’s beautiful!  If the world were to collapse these are the types of people that we will all flock towards.  I’m so excited to have this family in my life, to teach me what I don’t KNOW and to mirror for my girls a perspective that has been lost.

Iva Peele rolled into town too, but she was here for me, as I sat with her I began to unravel what I’d learned – and this is a big one folks – in my previous blog I shared the times that I had lost my “life” the first time when my parents divorced – I had no clue if I would be OK ‘cause I was only 5 and my life’s reference was too short, in fact this affected my childhood as I wondered if I would make it?  When my momma died, again, I wasn’t sure if I’d be OK and this affected my young adult hood, by the time I ended my relationship with Kapara, I knew I would rebuild – I’d taken the family relationships I’d made and now I had something to compare and dream of – still I was uncertain.  Last week I could no longer head out to the ranch – the mold had moved from what was the kitchen floor and into my chest.  Instead I got up, got my gear on and came to the convent.  As I sat down to work on my projects I looked up and saw my reflection in the computer monitor – I was still me.  What this loss has taught me is that I’ve not lost Mee, I am Mee Tracy and no matter what I’m solid and I’ve got it all inside. Suddenly all of the grief and anger went away – I felt calmness like I’d not felt before – you see after so much loss there is always the fear of what if it happens again?  Now I KNOW it WILL happen again, I will loose many, many, many times over before I’m done – the one thing I will never loose is Mee and the recollection of this life time lives inside of my heart, not my mind.

So you see, the reincarnation is going down and once again the re-build is on, gaining a new perspective to view the deal.  In Princess Know It All form, the opportunity for nobility is in my choice in who I will once again become….

A COWBOY’S DREAM…..

May 7, 2010

I went to two gas stations before I found gas, once I filled up I headed out to the ranch.  My mind raced with images of what I would find, being trapped in Nashville for three days while the storms raged; destroying almost everything in their path was torture – the NOT KNOWING is the worst.

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Where my mind went was to all the lives that I’ve lost before, I ran the list: When my parents divorced and the white house on Lake Road was no longer a home, therefore leaving our family with a new structure.  A sofa, table & chairs & a hutch was her divorce settlement – child support & alimony weren’t part of the deal.

Thank goodness that my mother was brave enough and strong enough to teach us how to set up shop and make ANY place a home.

This gift was just what she left behind when she died, leaving me as a teenager with $20.00 dollars and the knowledge that I had the power to decide who I would become.  You see my stepfather went mad with her death, locking up the house, boarding the windows and keeping all of our belongings.  Upon my last night in our house I’d climbed into her closet pulling her clothes to the floor and forming a bed of her cent, searching for her skin.

Luckily I had run through the house collecting what I could fit into my orange Chevette – “The Peach”. I’d fit an afghan my Nana had made, pictures, knick-knacks, pillows & my mothers most treasured – her books.

I’d moved on to the University of Maryland, filling my tiny spaces with these few items and then one cold and rainy night I’d decided to move into a new tiny apartment – since my last one had been robbed.  My dearest friends Colleen and Jane helped me load my items into the apartment – big storms were blowing through College Park, knocking out the power.  We lit some candles and puffed on a joint that Lester the cook had given us from work (we were waitress’s & it was Christmas break).  Feeling sluggish and hungry we decided to head for McDonalds – planning to finish the move the next day.

When we returned in the morning with the last loads; what we found was the sofa in the yard (you see finding the couch out in the yard this week wasn’t a first for me) and the building half burnt down!

The firemen told us that the candle we’d blown out had reignited with a back draft when we shut the door.

Once again I lost the few heart felt pieces I owned – most importantly a note my mother had written to me “Live Each Day with the Spirit of a Lion.”

Funny thing is the other night I dreamt that a lion appeared in my living room, I was afraid at first and then I understood he was there to lend strength.

I rebuilt my life and via that rebuild I changed, you see each time a part of us is lost a new limb or section within has room to grow. (below my boots in my kitchen thats the floor)IMG_0852

Eventually I moved to California; this is where the real rebuild took place – and the reason I have such fondness for LA – I rebuilt myself there on many levels.  After a few years I met someone – “Kapara” – meaning in Hebrew Entrusted one.  We lived together for 5 years and when the relationship ended I moved out – taking almost nothing – I knew that it was my choice to leave and that I needed to leave his life in tack.  What I lost this time was a family and friendships with a tribe of people that had filled my broken heart.  In Mee Tracy fashion, I worked hard and became a new version of Mee.

This new version was healthier and more capable; in fashion with each loss I gained more greatness in my life.  Lee R McCormick came rolling through my life’s front door packing big punches, the King of Adventure and hey “I’m Not Afraid”.  He pushed me in ways that I wasn’t always sure I wanted to be pushed; life on a Cattle Ranch in Hickman County Tennessee wasn’t on my list of manifestations.

What I remember the most of being on that Ranch in the early days, was how amazed I was, one afternoon I heard hooping, hollering and a ton of Yah Yah yah – then the sound of whips cracking.  The house began to shake – immediately I thought a “EARTHQUAKE” – I ran to the porch, my mouth dropping as I witnessed something straight out of a movie – a real CATTLE DRIVE – cowboys and all!  I’m telling you at least 500 cows were moving down my dirt road in front of our beautiful house.  I eventually got to know these cowboys and their families, now that I live here in Nashville these are the people I connect the most with – their hard work, nobility and honor out shine any fancy I’ve met.  This week Rusty Grove and Jane Ellen have treated my belongings as if they were their own – Thank You.IMG_0867 (in this photo Sam, Logan & Sam – Jane Ellen’s daughter) THANK YOU  to everyone that has shown up for us this week, not just out at the Ranch but Marielle for tending to my kids after school & Mary Alice for supporting us – Gina for not allowing me to feel as if I’m walking alone and Nanny & Bubba & Nicole for walking me through it.

We lived in this amazing house for a few years and then decided we wanted to start over live somewhere without Lee’s past so we opted to turn the house into an Eating Disorder Center and move into a tiny double wide located on the other side of the ranch.  I had an artist friend transform my double wide into something fabulous!  The day we moved from the big house one of the ranch hands asked “Ms. Mee  you sure do seem happy about moving down here into a double wide?” I said “Fo’sho I is; I’m  gonna be  THE QUEEN OF THE DOUBLEWIDES!”  To me this was a perfect place for us until we decided to build a new house or fix up the old farmhouse.  I’m telling you we pimped this doublewide out – loaded it with beautiful furnishings and gave it a whirl of life!  As I sit and fill out the “Loss” list for insurance & FEMA I giggle ‘cause our attorney said “Really ya’ll had that in a double wide in Hickman County?” yep…

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What I found when I entered this double wide was mud and destruction – however the two items of furniture I wanted were spared – it was the strangest thing ever – Bella’s antique bed was left made PERFECTLY and so was ours!!! The rooms were covered with mud, debris and broken items however the beds were left in tack…I took this as a message – “When one can rest at night life is not bad – everything else is irrelevant – ya’ll still have a place to dream.”

The last bit is the truth, I have marveled at whom my husband is – he has risen to the occasion not allowing doubt and fear to rule the road – he has rallied and moved forward.  We have a great many of people who need the ranch to continue on, their lives depend on it and Lee isn’t going to let them down.  This is the gift of marrying a cowboy – they aren’t afraid of what ifs and dreaming is part of the deal.

Lee R. Mccormick dreamed up this place long ago – his intent to create a safe, supportive, non-judgmental environment to guide folks through changes and his desire to remain connected to the land will continue & YES via change comes change.

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Like almost all of those folks that have lost we’ve suffered great loss too – automobiles, farm equipments – 7 buildings & structures and tons of fencing & we too did not have flood insurance.

I’ve pulled out my dirt from Chimayo – to remind me that Miracles do come through; we are hoping that FEMA is one of them.

So here I am making a list of lost items – my struggle is that all I can see is what I HAVE…Fo’s Sho a new limb will grow; and with it greatness.

Where is Noah’s Ark…..

May 4, 2010

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I wrote a blog on Saturday morning as I sat out on my screened porch watching the rain pour down, I thought about Ethiopia as I had just finished one of my most favorite books yet “Cutting For Stone”; this wonderful read is set in Addis Abba, Ethiopia – Ethiopians believe Noah’s Ark is there in an Ethiopian Cave.

I wrote that I’d just spent the previous day with Marielle’s girls, and my heart was pulled upon as I watched her 8 year old – Ines, gather every image around, storing memories – they are moving away at the end of the month and she is sad about it; seeing myself in her someone who attempts to save time.

When people ask me what I collect I always answer nothing, I can’t stand wasted space or clutter, knick knacks drive me nuts.  What I realized on Saturday morning was that I am a collector – I gather time, place it in an image and store it in my mind & heart.  No wonder I don’t have a desire for outside items – my inner world is full.

Saturday afternoon Bella and I faced the elements needing to go out to pick up a gift for Ines first communion – to be held on Sunday morning.  We knew the rain was coming down hard and had been coming down since Friday night at an intense rate, however we hadn’t imagined what was to come.

At 4pm Lee called my cell and said “Come home, I need to head to the Ranch it’s flooding out there.”

I raced home but it was too late, they had closed all roads leading out of Nashville.

Lee was steady on the phone trying to help one of our young cowboys who was trapped in a hay loft, he’d gone to turn the live stock out so they could make it up into the hills – when he returned to the Cattle Company headquarters the water had risen 6ft, the Piney River was everywhere….

He sat in the hay loft for hours until a neighbor came in a boat, by now Saturday afternoon our buildings at the Cattle Company, equipment – which is a great amount we run a huge Cattle Ranch – had been swallowed.

The last phone call we received was that the water was up to the windows of our house……

We spent the evening glued to the TV watching the storms move through, listening with each rain drop what was happening; I awoke Sunday morning to the town sirens blasting through the windows.

I immediately turned to the TV, at this point Nashville the City was being SLAMMED with feverish flood waters and the parts of the Ranch and surrounding area were hit by a Tornado.

Now on the table was the other part of our Ranch – The Treatment and Eating Disorder Center that shares our land is full up with clients and they are our responsibility.  My husband is amazing, calm and cool he orchestrated everything taking into consideration everyone and everything – all along trapped in Nashville.

Luckily all of the client house’s have been spared and untouched.

What we didn’t KNOW was that Nashville was becoming an Island – surrounded by water.

Yesterday Lee made it to the Ranch…he is heart broken.

I thought about what I’d like to have saved a picture of Alphonso and I on my wedding day – I have NO copies, Bella’s antique bed that is about 150 years passed down through the family, our bed again beautiful and old and a photo taken on our honey moon in Oaxaca.

I am going to the Ranch now….

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