I’d always heard that it was a place I would love and yep, it came true. However not only did I love the walkable streets, art galleries, restaurants and architecture but the surrounding area was something fantastic to view. The sky is so dang big one can breath deep breathes full of giant dreams. The clouds just amazed me, the haciendas that fill the rolling hills filled my husbands cowboy heart.
Being in a city constructed in the 1500′s carry’s big magic and memories, our hotel was once a convent for wayward
women, who’d gotten knocked up out of wedlock, after they gave their babies up they devoted their lives to God.
Mee & Convents have a thing going on, even though I decided at 18 not to join one I sure do end up spending lots of time in them. After all my office in Nashville is located in an old convent. The wayward women thing sorta suits me too, ’cause this week I’ve come up with a new character, well OK she is far from new but I decided to acknowledge her and sorta pony up that she is a part of me. You see ’cause of the work Lee does, all the spiritual journeys, the treatment centers and sweat lodges he runs folks assume that I’m the same type of spiritual person, however I’m not!
In fact I’m my own type of spiritual gal, I don’t’ do sweats ( I have plenty of times in the past) I don’t join in the journey’s here ( however I’ve been doing them way longer than Lee, he of course has surpassed me in journey work) I don’t talk the new age spiritual language in fact here she is meet her, “Hi I Drop FBombs”.
Yep, it’s true, I do.
I totally curse, I’m into fashion, I love luxury hotels, fine dining and sometimes I just wanna veg out on reality TV. You see I’m talking about this all because lots of people wanna have play dates with me ’cause they assume I’m like Lee or some other enlightened person with a very sweet quiet deep breathing presentation, and then they find out I’m not. I wanna giggle about butt worms, talk about pooh, and complain about nothing – in fact that is what I’m good at “talking about nothing.”
“Hi I Drop FBombs” is my irreverent side and someday I’m so glad I have her to express. Maybe I slept so well with such comfort in the old remodeled convent in San Miguel de Allende ’cause I knew I was with the right ghosts, and they were thrilled that the world had changed just enough for Mee to be Mee…
My idea of spirituality is really the path to authenticity & personal ownership, after all a person in denial of who they are must certainly have a hard time connecting to the divine; the one thing I know is I’m walking this path, and occasionally I drop an FBomb along the way.
We are heading to LA today, gonna spend the week on the beach in Malibu, Lee is screening his movie at the Topanga Film Festival and I am so F***** proud of my man y’all.
I’ve been coming to Teotihuacan for more than 15 years. Way longer than I’ve known my husband – in fact I was a very young woman the first time I arrived in this city of pyramids. For certain I was Princess Know It All, which you all understand is tongue & cheek – as I see her as my character that can do the most damage as she keeps me from learning new things, or looking at things I believe I’ve mastered making it difficult to gain a new perspective on an old wound.
Returning to Teotihuacan and living here with my girls is a very powerful experience, as I no longer head out on to the ruins, joining the groups that Lee leads – instead my journey is inside, it’s while I’m parenting, cooking and living. I immediately feel the energy shift within my body, a few days before arriving. I get anxious just as I did years ago, however now I understand what is happening to me – I’m fixing to jump. In some way some how, my day to day life is about to get a kick start.
Teo, is major forward moving energy – locomotive is how I see it. Any blocks in becoming my greatest self are removed, and I see who I am and how I’ve been living my day to day life. What I see this time around is actually a very positive view. I moved to Nashville to live full time (I’ve had a home/ranch there for 9 years) almost 3 years ago, I arrived in Nashville kicking and screaming – yearning for Mexico and California. Almost 3 years later I’ve fallen for Nashville and all it’s wonderful comfort – ’cause that’s what Nashville has become for me the most comfortable place I have ever lived. The past few months Lee is being pulled to the west coast and so have I. I’ve been putting it off, almost afraid! I’ve fallen into a comfy couch and I don’t wanna rock the show.
We arrived here Thursday afternoon, the easiest trip we’ve made yet – the car service was on time, the flights were only 2, one hour and forty-five minute ride each , both on time. The kids didn’t have melt downs, I had plenty of real food to eat, Mexico City traffic was minimal allowing us to arrive at our house in Teo around 1:30pm – PERFECT. Then on Friday my dear friend Marielle (if you remember she lived in Nashville with me my first 1.5 years and moved to Mexico City a year ago, we were all crushed) drove out to Teotihuacan. We’d not seen each other since she left and it was a fantastic rendezvous. Isabella and Lola were just as thrilled as Ines and Isabella had become best friends in Nashville. Marielle and I shared lunch here, the women that run the kitchen here in The Dreaming House don’t mess around, bring ancestral food – no additives all WHOLE to the table. After lunch she returned to Mexico City leaving her girls Ines & Alexia to spend the weekend with us.
They played non-stop, sleeping in the hotel here and living like Eloise, Mexican Style. On Saturday more inspiration showed up at my doorstep – Adriana and Maru, two dear friends from Mexico City. To put it all in a nut shell I can only say that Mexican women have had and have a profound effect on who I am. There is the devotion to family, relationships, beauty, style, cooking, laughter and strength that I strive for on a personal level. Maybe it’s because in Mexico there is a role model, Guadalupe – the blessed mother. As a woman here you are reminded every day that you can do it, that it is all inside of you to overcome and become. Saturday was spent chattering away, and I found myself revealing my greatest desires to my friends.
Sunday the little girls all four of them and myself climbed into a chauffeured van – destination, play date Mexico City. I packed snacks for the ride in and at one point giggled to myself thinking how wonderful that our world is so big, my girls not only go to the park for play dates but to the worlds largest city – 24 million people live there. As we drove through the hills I was amazed at the amount of humanity that inhabits this city – the house’s cover the hills – most of these house’s have no water or electricity. My first journey to Mexico City I was shocked by what I referred to as poverty and I too had a difficulty understanding that there was anything else in this amazing city; as the shock of such poverty swarmed my vision. However what I have come to understand is that our concept of poverty is off – here in Mexico people are not poor in the ways we are – yes they lack water & large quantities of mass produced foods. What they have is simple foods, rice, beans, soups, veggies. They are incredibly wealthy as they have family ties and connections, they have a work ethic and determination and they don’t complain of what they don’t have. In the States after returning from living here in Mexico for a long period of time, I was slammed by the amount of poverty, lack of relationship to towns, Savannah and St. Augustine are novelty places turned into Disneyland environments as people crave to walk around an actual town. Most of our towns and cities have become soloist suburban sprawls with out genuine centers. The Disneyland type towns aren’t actually towns with local economy, they are full of tourist shops and Starbuck like corporation run restaurants and cafes. Mexican’s still have towns and relationships with them, they also have not lost their connection to food, yet.
Poverty is a big word with a giant meaning.
Marielle lives in one of the most beautiful parts of Mexico City, Lomas de Chapultepec. Her house is a perfect example of Mexican elegance, stone floors, stone fireplaces, large windows, Spanish accents & court yards. We spent the first part of our play date catching up, you see Marielle is in the middle of too jumping – they are moving to Toronto, packing the house as I write.
The last time I sat and had tea with her she was packing to move here to Mexico City – I was sad she was leaving, and our conversation was all about the unknown. This time we spoke of how exciting it is to take a risk, to move our families and explore a new life. She herself has moved many times, from Paris, Mexico City, Nashville, back to Mexico City and now Toronto.
What I have loved about our friendship is that we are both expansive.
We went to lunch in Palanco, fantastic Japanese restaurant and then walked the small area of shops and cafes, stopping at a park for the kids to play with remote controlled boats. Palanco is the Beverly Hills of Mexico, the shops are amazing and the restaurants fantastic. Our girls are a perfect match, as they all understand just how big the world is, yet how small and intimate it can feel when connected to each other.
At 4:30 our driver returned and we said our goodbyes, the girls sobbed and I reflected on all the people that I am connected to that live far away. I felt bad that I couldn’t mend Isabella’s heart break, but I know that I am teaching her to hold a line of connection with those she loves no matter where we go.
As my girls wept, the music played in the van and we passed through the area of shanty towns, my mind danced with the duality that exists in Mexico – you see there is no lie here it is all upfront and honest, life is complicated, people suffer, there are wealthy and there are poor and most often there are both. Mexico is full of artists and intellectuals, farmers and indigenous magical people – I am alive here with it all.
Marielle, Maru, Senora Gina, Maria, Sonia, Belinda, Adriana, Emily, Veronica, Yolanda, Miriam, Maria – you are in my heart, my connection to you all moves through my blood and with gratitude I grow from our relationship.
Tomorrow Lee’s journey ends and we will drive 4 hours to San Miguel Allende, a magical town where I will have an adventure of what I don’t Know.
It was tough saying going by to the beach, we had a wonderful time.
My grandmother is a great cook, she has watched me regain my health over the past 2.5 years and was way game to shifting some of her old time recipes so that I can eat them – using gluten free quinoa pasta, veganaise instead of regular mayonnaise, dairy free milk when needed. My grandfather has diabetes and is still recovering his health after a bought with lung and prostrate cancer. It was my honor to be able to cook with them and for them.
One afternoon Lee took me into town, St. Augustine which is known to be the oldest city in the United States, settled by the Spanish. Our destination, Tradewinds – a pub known for great music. His good friend from back when Lee played music was going to be preforming with his band Spanky & The Gang, they had a good run back in the day and the lead singer had sung with the momma & the papa’s in the 80′s & 90′s. When sat down and had our first listen I felt that all the ghosts of St. Augustine had found their way in to the salon, which has probably been a gathering spot for many a moon. The song that hooked us the most, was Sinner Man – I’m telling you it was a very fun afternoon!
Since Tylor was 9 years old he’s made his way to the waves, Lee is a surfing man and he and Tylor sat out there most days – I loved watching them both – cheering them on..
Our time came to an end and my grandparents prepared to return home. I love them so very much & am so grateful for our time…
We loaded up the MTP and spent our last night with my mother in law, then we drove to Chattanooga where we stayed at our favorite spot The Read house, ate sushi for dinner. After dinner we sat on the grass alongside of the Aquarium and watched the fire works.
Maryalice met us at home the next day, the 4th of July for some hang time…It was tough coming back, but the funny soon returned later that night as Lee raced around Nashville looking for a spot where we could all watch the fireworks – at one point Bella, Lola & Maryalice were standing out of the sun roof as we parked at a gas station near the hood – a big old pimped out ride rolled through peeping us, I’m sure I looked suspect in my yoko ono p.j’s! Lee raced outta there and finally found a spot near the Gulch where the kids could see the works!
This week we head south again, to Mexico City & Teotihucan….I will see my dear friend Marielle and Emily!
The adventure continues!
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