Neighborhoods, changes, Lama’s…Life.

April 6, 2011

Marielle & Mee

I’m sitting on my couch staring through the French doors into a yard that has been filling out with big green leaves. After a long winter the arrival of spring = the arrival of new life.
I grew up in the cold northern Ohio Tundra and then moved west and south, choosing to live in warm climates. I loved the year round sunshine and shivered at the thought of ever returning to a seasonal climate. However now that I’ve just finished my 3rd winter here in Nashville I’ve caught a groove for the seasons. This winter was said to be one of the worst on records here, yet the girls and I moved through it with a fantastic rhythm. I wrote a ton, made yummy soups, and embraced snow days with my girls – as now I see the value of their littleness – knowing it won’t last too much longer. Living in a world with different seasons is a fantastic way to feel a makeover every 4 to 6 months.
I think what has really helped is having neighbors that we adore. You see side-by-side we live our family of four and their family of 5; Not only do their 3 little girls and our 2 little girls make 5 little people friends but us adults totally groove too. We all move back and forth between our houses all day long – built in playdates the old school way – actual neighbors. Both of our houses are full of life, come 3 pm – preschool ends and things really heat up.
If you’ve been following my blog for the past few years you’ll know that things have been incredibly lonely for our family the first year we were in Nashville. We lived in the house with “whispering walls”, isolated not meeting one neighbor and Bella’s first summer here was awful – as she spent long hot days trapped inside with me, at the time an incredibly sick woman, unable to stand at times. Then our second season we met the LeCerf family, Isabella and Lola connected to their girls and I connected to Marielle – I jumped in driving the kids in a car pool and made playdates happen with our most compatible family you see they had lived all over like us from Paris to Mexico City. Marielle and I squeezed in tiny chats that dove deep into whom we are and our aspirations.
Last June they left Nashville after a 4-year run here, returning to Mexico City. Isabella and I were crushed.
The good news is that we’d moved out of the creepy house and into a wonderful new home in one of the most walk able neighborhoods in the city. We didn’t have friends but we were part of Nashville and inhaled it; participating in more and more events, enrolling Isabella in a new school located in the neighborhood where she joined a summer camp and Lola attended a new pre-school also way more compatible with our family.

What’s happened in the past year is amazing – I have turned 360 degrees health wise, I’ve gotten comfortable in fact more comfy living in Nashville then any other city ever – I have also felt safer emotionally than I have ever felt in my entire life! This is huge y’all!!!!!
My writing has developed, fantastic opportunities have arrived as a result spiritually I continue to grow…so, with that said things may change.
Yep, just as I fixed my office here in the house – the last room that needed tweaking, an opportunity for Lee and I has come knocking, returning us to the west coast.
I am torn.
This past weekend, my neighbor was away for a one night women’s retreat, her husband was swinging it with their 3 kids all under the age of 5 years plus 1 – her friends daughter age 6. I immediately opened the French doors leading to their back yard and began cooking. There I was in my kitchen 6-month old baby on my hip and 5 little girls at the table. My girls were glowing with excitement – you see they love feeling connected and so do I. Saturday morning I opened the doors and the little girl parade began; we had a fantastic lunch after Lee and Ted (our neighbor) walked to the park with all 6 girls. At one point the little just turned 3 yr old had a melt down and had to go home for a break, when she came back she looked at me and said “Meme I missed you all day, I sorry.” I hugged her and in doing so I saw again what Bill Attride the astrologer told me upon my arrival to Nashville, it is my place of destiny and I will only have poignant relationships – deeply felt – who knew these relationships were going to be with little kids?
Here my life is about my girls, my husband, my writing, Mary Alice, Jane Ellen, our ranch, my neighbors and of course The Noble Food Makeover. I’m not a socialite, I don’t belong to a club, and I barely go out at night, as I like to drift of to sleep with my little people.
What I know now is that life changes quickly, scenarios shift, circumstances evolve and “those people” grow up. When we lived in Sayulita, Mexico there was a time when nothing else existed, we were complete. This is the moment that I heard time call our name – the next was awaiting in the wing. I moved here into the next kicking and screaming, craving what we’d left. I knew not to rush, life in the jungle wasn’t going to last forever. Here as I’ve found my groove and grown into a newer version of Mee I hear the same whisper – this too shall shift.
Yesterday the shift came and now I’ve got to revel in the moment, because it seems that life is call Mee to step up and expand possibly somewhere else or will that expansion take place here in Nashville?
Of course just when I think I KNOW IT ALL, life shows me that I don’t; our 38th houseguest (since September) Lama Tenzin (a Tibetan Lama) arrived Sunday morning and with him he carried a TORNADO of energy and information for MEE to see….
To Be Continued….’Cause man oh man has this week heated up.

Part Two..The thread in my palms.

August 16, 2010

PART TWO: OF OUR HOUSE HUNTING JOURNEY.IMG_1450IMG_1451

My favorite part of the house was the back yard with its old stone walls and courtyard, I could so easily see a time when it was covered with tropical flowers and plants.

We left this house and went on to look at 4 more, each with fantastic stories – the one I liked the best was Spanish in style and had been built in the early 1900’s – again time held still, steady enough to be seen as I glanced into each room.

At the final house I got to talking to another real estate agent that had shown us the previous two houses.  She was really more of a historian than anything, she filled my mind with images of each home and it’s time.  I told her what I felt about the first house and she knew much!

She said a Civil War Colonel John Upham built it, he had lived there for only 5 years before dyeing and he’d only married a few years previous to his death.  This historian real estate gal also informed me that two men had taken the house over in the eighties and restored it to it’s beautiful self, leaving two apartments. She said that most of St. Augustine had lived in these apartments at one time or another – before it had been restored a ton of folks filled the hallways as boarders, WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE, as I heard the Colonel say.  Lastly a woman bought the house opening the doors to the apartments attempting to make it all flow, but sadly what that did was open the house to the chaotic energy of way too many transient folks.  I understood that to buy such a house one would have to restore this house completely for it to ever regain it’s congruity – doing anything less would only annoy the Colonel.

All of this casa hunting got me to think about whispering walls and how homes hold on to time.  As we returned to Tara, and were greeted by Memaw and Idora I felt the comfort of the world that has lived for so many generations here in this Magnolia Mansion.  I’ve fallen in love with the view of the St. Johns River as we sit watching the sunsets to the sound of the girls singing and performing for us nightly.  I enjoy the giant Magnolia tree, counting her last few dried up blossoms as the summer shifts from the beginning to the end.

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Memaw (my mother in law) is in good spirits; she is getting up every day, sitting with us and joking.  She feels more relaxed than ever, interesting enough as the last of her good friends have been passing on over to the other side.  Of most recent Dr. Fleming Roach, he was one of her suitors and dear friends just died a few weeks ago.  Memaw is seeing an end of time and via mee and the girls the beginning of the next.  Last night I sat at her feet, she told me she is proud that I am the mother of her last grandchildren and I felt great pride.  My eyes teared a bit, ‘cause I have wished that she could really know me, travel with us and see the world through our eyes.  However what I know is that it is perfect, as she has mirrored to me and opened a window to her time; what a grand gift this has been.  I love that the girls are able to come here and hopefully form memories of their own.
As Memaw is chatty and upbeat Idora is quieter by the minute, she still gets up everyday to sit in the kitchen and watch the bustle of this busy house, but her words are fewer and fewer.

The other night I was sleeping in the Rose Room, named for it’s rose covered canopy bed, rose colored carpeting and beautiful floral stain glassed window.   The dreams in this room are outstanding; climbing into bed is like climbing into a dream traveling ship – filling my rest with epic journeys.   IMG_1150

So, there I was dreaming away that I had spider man thread that pours from my palms on command, my girls had it too. There was a man named Deacon, large, dark haired, handsome and the air of someone who lives in both worlds “good and bad” however his core was noble.  He was watching over Lola and Bella because there were folks – who wanted people who could weave life with their threads.  The interesting thing about this dream was that the time of it all was long ago, and I was totally conscious in my dreaming understanding the concept of the thread, you see for years now I have worn a string around my neck that the Oracle of Tibet placed – this thread was symbolic of me finding my own thread – through writing and health. Our first night in Malibu the thread broke and I lost it.  I knew that it was all perfect because now I have within my own hands the ability to write – and to cook food with these fingers that can heal my body and yours.

I heard in my dream someone calling out a name, a name I couldn’t make clear, and the voice was far off.  I opened my eyes and heard clearly – it was Idora!

I flew out of bed, she’d fallen in the middle of the night, and unable to climb back into bed; she’d been on the floor for some time.

Her blood pressure had dropped, she was scared and sweaty.  Nella (she is the nurse here) was trying to get her up when I entered the room. It took the two of us to lift her and I was in shock, I realized how hard it is for her to move her body every day, how scary it must be for her to fear falling every time she gets up and goes.  You see she still gets up every morning, dresses, heads down stairs (via the elevator) and takes her place in the kitchen.  I understand this struggle as I too have fought to stand up and carry on with my busy day – strapped with pain, threatening to steal my freedom.

I felt time grip my fingers and I wrapped my imaginary thread from my palm around her wrists – I was awake but completely connected to my dream.  She looked deep into my eyes and I saw how close death sits along side of her.  I wiped her forehead with the love that I touch my children, whispering into her ears that I was there and to hold tight – I adore this woman who too has opened another window with a view of time.

Idora told me the next morning that she never really had many friends, that she kept to her self and this family was her life.  I find myself walking by her and kissing her on her cheeks every chance I get, I want to touch her and Memaw with love.  I want to whisper into their ears how valuable they are.

I know that once Memaw and Idora are gone someone will come into this house, remove the doors that have kept time still here and all that whispers in these walls will fly free towards the river.

I’m sure someone like me will show up on occasion and hear the footsteps of AD Davis, Ben McCormick, Lee McCormick, Skipper & his girls, my sister in law Ms. Barbara, Lisa and Ernest and all the others.

The strangest thing is that the large front door is harder and harder to open, in fact as I was leaving I had to use the back door to exit– this old Magnolia Mansion is holding on tight to what was.

For now we have decided that Flow -ida isn’t the place that we want to move to just now, LA is calling and if all that seems to be real out there is – than fo’sho we will head west.  However what I do KNOW about LA is that it can be a city of illusions and what if’s.  I’m comfy in Nashville, I know this little city and have grown to appreciate the lack of chaos and ease that the south holds.

We are heading home to Nashville where Bella will start a new school and I will clean up my messy office and get my ducks in a row – as they say LUCK is when preparation meets opportunity.

I’m gonna do my best to step to the plate and welcome the next level of experience, by pulling on the threads that can be found within my own two hands.

Happy Anniversary PKIA!

July 23, 2010

Bella said it best “Momma, it feels like we were just visiting Nashville, and now we’ve returned home to Malibu.”

I’m telling you she nailed it there, the moment we begin our decent into LAX I start to get the Chihuahua buzz, my knees shake and I wanna pee on the rug.  Once we make it from the back of the airplane and step into the actual airport I’ve got to contain myself – LA is one of those places on earth where humanity dreams – these dreams are big time and then sent out via television and film into the world.  Of course now we all know that this is changing considering where most of us go for entertainment – the Internet and folks like me can be anywhere and producing content, however LA continues to be the main hub of “what if ?”

We are here for two weeks, hanging out on the beach and checking out houses, yep it’s that time – the question is on the table – do we return to the West Coast? Stay in Nashville, or pick a new spot?

Lee has really gotten the Ranch back together after the floods, and in the process we’ve also changed partners; bringing in some new folks and freeing Lee up to try his hand at some new ventures.  All this says to us that we don’t “Have” to be in Nashville.

The other night I went to meet up with some friends from high school who were passing through Nashville, when one of them asked me “So do you like it here?” I had a total out of body experience, watching myself answer “Yeah, it’s a nice city easy to get around, little traffic, tons of culture and even a creative class!” My “what the hell are you talking about character was like “Jigga What?”

Most people, including myself think Nashville is only Country music, but it’s way more than this.  In fact there are more professional studio musicians living in Nashville than anywhere else in the country.  Every night of the week writers nights are held where songwriters famous and not gather around to share their tales and play a little music. I went to my first with Maryalice a few weeks ago and fell hard for this art form, ever since I’ve been trying to participate a bit within the city more, now that I feel so much better – staying up a bit longer is part of my deal! IMG_1193

This past weekend Ted and Peggy came to visit, we had such a blast; as they LOVE culture and current events.  We went to the Frist Museum to see a fashion exhibition – Paris and London 1947-1957.  I loved it!!!!!  It was like walking through time, I kept thinking about the life style and the motivating thoughts of pop culture of the late 40’ and 50’s, just after the war and the beginning of “processed everything”, from food to high fashion.

What I didn’t expect was my reaction to the Chihuly exhibition, he is more than just a glass blower – he brings life to life.  After a car accident left him with one eye and a bad shoulder he needed to rely on a team to create his projects – this team work is now something FANTASTIC to watch, truly capturing the theory that the process is more important than the outcome. Now when he is having one of his creation sessions, he gathers a team of folks together, he serves as the director and all of these humans connect into the same flow of nature and produce magnificent pieces of art.  People come from all over to watch this creative process.

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I loved reading something Chihuly shared regarding Jackson Pollack, the painter said that when one is creating they are NATURE, that Nature moves through us when we create…. the process is the magic that we all seek.

I love this, ‘cause I am a writer and now I’m writing like mad in my books; but most of my days are full of creating other things like food for my family and arranging an environment that we all thrive in – this is art -this is nature moving through me.

After having such a profound experience at the Frist Museum we all were in a hurry to experience Chihuly in the evening, Cheekwood Mansion is the old Maxwell Coffee family home; now turned museum.  This house rests on 50 acres and I’m talking 50 acres of unbelievable botanical gardens. The Chihuly exhibition was placed through out these gardens and lit in the evenings, creating mirror like reflections when placed in the many reflecting pools and ponds.  Our mouths dangled open as each installation wowed us, with the heat of the southern nights and music of saccades’ and bullfrogs filling our ears with natures symphony – reminding me that creation is nature moving through us.

Princess Know It All is now a year old, that’s right folks, and this is our anniversary week.  One year since the website has been up and running.  Princess Know It All was first a play that I wrote 9 years ago in LA, then once we moved to Mexico – where I set out to write a book and escape the hustle of life, so that I could have the focus for the task; Ted (Bubba) said “why don’t you write a blog so everyone can stay in touch.”  I did this calling it Princess Know It All…Goes to the Jungle.  Before I knew it tons of folks were following and I was a newbie to the blog world.

As you all have noticed I’ve taken a few weeks off, trying to finish up my books and really reflecting on what I want the direction for PKIA to take in her second year.

With this reflection PKIA is now fixn’ to get a makeover  – so if you see that the site is acting up don’t give up just know we are behind the scenes building.  I’m working on adding something really cool –my characters are about to come to life – animation Shorty!!!!

I’m really jazzed about this, ‘cause I will be able to show y’all that I’m separate from Princess Know It All, she is all the characters or aspects of me that operate out of fear, insecurities and doubt – these characters are the core of all KNOW IT ALL’s;  ‘Cause when I’m Mee Tracy, I Knows Nothing.

I’m also looking for new office space and considering leaving the convent; I understand that I needed to be secluded the last 18 months.  My energy was so low and my focus was on surviving.  Now, with all of this development I’m looking to expand my crew – just like Chihuly I too will learn to work with a team.

So this brings me back to where I’m now sitting, on the beach in Malibu.

We are here for two weeks, Lee has some meetings and I came to feel it out.  I wasn’t sure if I’d still have the connection to this city that I once had or if my friendships had weathered the distance of 3 years passing.

I called Ms.Deanne – Bella’s preschool teacher and she saved a spot for the girls to attend her summer camp here in the “Bu.” The moment we walked down the drive the scent of desert sage and local plants swarmed my memory, then Ms. Deanne hugged us and her perfume sent me swimming.  I went all the way back to when Bella was 2yrs 9months and I was a first time momma, protective and frightened – frightened because I had no clue if what I was doing was right, I had no clue if I could actually hand my youngin’ over to someone else for the day.  Ms. Deanne’s scent reminded me of all of these lessons of trust that she guided me through.  I was home…

Lola jumped right in and Bella too, I then hung with my friends for the next two days – reveling in good conversations with familiar folks – the 3 years of time have done nothing to separate us, if anything we are closer than ever, knowing that our time together is special; after all we met in Pre-school.

What’s shocking is that my relationship with Nashville as a city is growing, I’ve become comfortable in its slowness, I’ve found myself appreciating when someone responds with a “yes Mam or No sir.”  I like all the green that fills this town/city, what I don’t like is the loneliness due to a lack of friendships.

I walked into Ms.Deannes and instantly 3 new moms began conversations with me, I’ve been in Nashville and the moment I open my mouth I feel like folks are trying to figure out which group to place us in, and fo’sho we don’t have a category and this is where Malibu is a fit – there really aren’t groups, this is LA and everyone is doing their own thing.

We have another week here to go and who knows what we will know by the end of our stay…will I expand in Nashville or come back to the Bu?

Traveling through time on a Mosaic Dragon…

June 3, 2010

I have got to get this blog out, not sure why it’s taken so long to push through. Well that’s not completely true…

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Last Saturday we loaded up and drove to Florida, something happened the moment we got in the car – I disappeared into my own private world.  I’m not one to enjoy a long ride in the car, however the first 7 hours seemed to move along as I let go of the survival mode that I’d been clinging to so ever tightly.

The 10 days before leaving were busy with the end of the school year and flood clean up and flood recovery, we’ve been moving forward and paying out of pocket as we go – the SBA or disaster loan folks are almost as full of it as FEMA – however we are crossing our fingers that soon they will come through.

For the girls it’s been about wrapping up their time at their current school, Bella will not return and it’s looking like nor will Lola.  For Bella it’s a given she wants to change and attend a more structured and academic environment, I’ve found a nice private school in our neighborhood within walking distance – we are hoping this will aid in joining an actual community.  Lola is tricky, she LOVES her teachers and I too do really like them, however the fact that I’ve met really nice women briefly from her class and yet not connected is uncomfortable – if Lola were older it’d be an OK situation but the fact that this is pre- school and a sweet time to enjoy friendships and play dates, I gotta get us a better situation if we are to stay in Nashville – my momma NEVER liked Oberlin nor felt a connection – this hindered me – had she participated more my experience would have been influenced more positively.  After leaving Lola’s class picnic I had a serious conversation with myself – “I’ve got to find a way to form community” – the girls current school is not a fit for us.  All of this thinking comes to a head,  because her main friends – Marielles girls have left for Mexico, where they will live full time.

This brings me to the tuff part of the the past few weeks, goodbyes…I know, I know, I hear you all from here – there are no goodbyes, you can maintain friendship – I know this because of our gypsy life I’ve done this with all of my friends – however as Marielle and I understand it is not the same, we have really come support each other in our Nashville adventure – what surprised me was my relationship with her girls.  I’m not someone who goes crazy for other peoples kids, I’m honest – my hands are full – but for the past year I’ve really wanted to support my girls and Marielles kids were a perfect complement to mine; they are incredibly worldly as they have a home in Paris as well as Mexico City, they are super intelligent, flexible and creative.  I began car pooling them early on, picking them up after school, having play dates and listening to music loudly in the car – forcing them all to “seat dance” and be silly (something I learned from my own momma).IMG_0997

The last week they were in Nashville I kept them as much as possible, on our last trip to the Dragon Park, Ines the older one disappeared – I turned to find that she had climbed high upon the mosaic covered dragon and was full of tears – as I climbed up to sit with her she started to share with me “Mee, do you know that this dragon helps me remember my life here in Nashville – I am thinking about all the places I have been and the places my mother wasn’t able to take me that I wanted to visit. This Dragon is even helping me remember this moment right now with you.”  I rubbed her back caught by the depth of  her 8-year-old comprehension, I said quietly “You are seeing time – it is my favorite thing to do.”  She began to sob harder asking, “How come no one else does?”  I explained that many do, they just aren’t so aware of it or that they are so happy to only see the current moment in the moment that their time for reflecting comes later.

On our last day together Marielle handed me a gift, as I sat opening this gift my eyes too filled with tears – her gift was reflective of who I truly am and what I strive for – my tears were for the realization that Marielle KNOWS who I am – this is all we all want is to be who we are.

The astrologer Bill Atride told me upon moving to Nashville that I was there because it was my “place of luck & destiny” he said I would ONLY form poignant relationships.  What I didn’t realize is that one of those poignant relationships would be with two little girls, that they would inspire me and fulfill my world – I also didn’t’ expect them to influence me in such ways – showing me that I too am somewhat of an influencer myself.

IMG_0962So here I am sitting in my mother in laws magnificent home – truly a vision of Tara over looking the St. Johns River; there are Magnolia’s blooming everywhere and Spanish moss dangles from every tree that will have it…This house is like an elegant  time capsule to another world  – perfect for a time saving gal like me.

Marielle, I miss you and thank you for your friendship – I have thought about our conversations regarding which interesting place we will visit next and who will we become -I’m thinking that just maybe you are right and Nashville will turn out to be my “Interesting Place.”

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