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Last Night The Integrative Life Center Launched A Noble Food Makeover: A Fantastic Time Was Had!

June 15, 2011

Hey y’all!
I’m jonesin’ for a break, whew – the beach is calling me and I can’t get there fast enough. We leave for Florida on Friday and I have not felt the excitement of going on vacation in a long time – usually I suffer from “Travel Anxiety”, meaning a few days before we leave I get all hooked into my world and feel the need to cancel – this time I’m counting the minutes to loading up the MTP.
Maybe it’s summer time in the city that is squeezing me or just all the scheduling that goes on every day around here. Even though the girls are in camp there is still a ton of organizing that goes down and I am desperate after the school year to escape structure and commitment – I wanna cook food, hang w/my family, finish up my book and loaf…. Just like when I was a little girl and my grandparents house offered an escape, I once again am running to their arms – I still need to be close to them, as I know that time is moving quickly and will soon move them on to their next experience.

My Grandma & Poppy

What a great way to wrap up my week, yesterday we held the Noble Food Makeover at The Integrative Life Center on Music Row. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go down and let me tell you Shorty it was fantastic!  Fred, Justice, Mary Alice & Jane Ellen and her wonderful tribe of youngin’s poured through the door, I’d had Bailey her 14 year old help me all afternoon in the kitchen prepping for the class, Bailey is a total sponge and because she runs the kitchen on their farm she is totally down with cooking REAL food. I’m telling y’all working with kids and & getting them to eat REAL food is easier than we think – all we have to do is educate them.
Not only did we pack the room but everyone that came out was 100% present – listening, wanting and ready to shift their relationship with food. There was no convincing, just hunger to live whole lives.  I felt so super supported as so many people that know of what I’ve been doing in North Nashville but had not yet been able come to previous events found their way to Music Row. If y’all remember reading my blog at Christmas time I wrote about a couple The Lewis’s, they were our Ranch Managers of the Tennessee Ranch as well as Lee’s family Ranch in Walden, Colorado – The Big Horn. When I met Mrs. Lewis she was suffering something fierce from Pancreatic Cancer, she’d filled the table at the ranch Christmas party with stories of my mother in law as a younger woman and all the adventures of a ranch life together. I felt this huge need to support Mrs. Lewis as she had supported my mother in law; it was my honor calling me to the table – or kitchen. I told her what I do, cook meals that support the body and aid in healing. We agreed that after the holidays I would begin to send food to her via Lee on the days he worked out on the ranch. Four weeks later, just as the holiday rush passed Mrs. Lewis died. I was never able to support her in the way I had wished.

D. Lewis (The daughter of Mrs. Lewis)

A Mother & A Daughter: Taking a new road.

Last night her daughter showed up, it was fantastic – I was moved beyond belief. How cool? There is more, a mother and her 14 yr old daughter made their way into town from out near the ranch. She has Crohns disease and has been seriously ill. Our foreman from the cattle company sent her to me. As I sat with her and her daughter afterwards we talked about how scary it is for the children of a sick parent – I felt my momma and remembered being the daughter of an ill parent, my gaze shifted and I remembered being the momma too, I have sat in both seats. I explained that shifting our relationship with food is the most empowering thing we can do for ourselves and children, getting well and taking care of our health is not just about “us”, but also our family members – what a great message to pass on to our children, one that says, “I value my life, my health and I am not addicted to crap, and I am devoted to parenting and part of parenting is setting a healthy table of food for my family.” Showing our kids that we DON’T KNOW and are willing to still learn something new is a fantastic, fantastic, fantastic MIRROR!
Seeing all these folks show up from out by the ranch I heard God, I’m going to bring the Noble Food Makeover to our cookhouse on the ranch. Rural areas are surprisingly food deserts too, the markets out there lack in fresh whole foods and most folks have also lost a relationship with what to do with beans, grains and veggies – but they too want to know, as our health across this wealthy country is falling to pieces. So peep it, in August the Noble Food Makeover will be offered in 3 different parts of the city!
This morning I received an email from a woman who has been suffering from Crohns disease for many years, her gastroenterologist sent her to my website and saying that I might have some dietary tips! Y’all don’t know this but 2.5 years ago I couldn’t find a doctor anywhere to even listen to the idea that food could influence my health condition. God is not just talking to me but to other people and we are all opening new doorways in our minds.
Thanks y’all for showing up and for holding a candle to my vision whether you are far away or chopping veggies alongside of me, believing in what I’m doing is fuel for the light that guides Mee.

 

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.

Picking Myself Up….

December 1, 2010



Thanksgiving was nice and calm, I cooked all the “Mee Food” that fit with the season, Mary Alice & Cheryl came for dinner and our house was a calm and easy place.  Friday for lunch was all about leftovers as it is in most households following a big holiday.  Once again I filled my plate to the brim and feasted along side of my family.  Around 1pm my tummy began to ache, I thought hmmmm maybe I just ate too much.  At 4pm I knew something was wrong, still it’s been 18 months since my intestinal walls have completely collapsed causing a bowel obstruction so for sure I thought this not possible.  The burning pain from the large ulceration has been gone for at least 9 months; I have suffered tummy aches but nothing that completely takes me out.  I did what it is that I know how to do, ginger/chamomile compresses, soaked my feet in hot water to pull the blood down and circulate it, I eased on the intake of food and solids; finally falling to sleep around 9:30pm.

11:30 pm I opened my eyes and twisted with severe pain, a pain that I will never forget for as long as I live – my insides were twisted and fighting for blood – I was obstructing.  I searched the room for Lee; he’d gone to help Bella through a bad dream and must have fallen asleep there.  I didn’t want to yell through the house and awaken the girls so I made it to the bathroom to wash my face – however my legs gave way and I collapsed on the cold floor where I must have been for hours, rocking myself through the pain and battling the questions “Is this the time when my intestines will snap and I will no longer live in this body?”  “Should I go to the hospital now?”  The pain of these contractions is so severe that when I went to the hospital for my scheduled C-section with Isabella the nurses were in a panic, I’d been in labor for 24 hours with contractions 1 minute apart and didn’t KNOW it because I’ve suffered such intense bowel obstructions that my bodies tolerance for pain is HUGE.

Finally I made it up off of the cold marble floor and crawled to Lee, begging him to help me.  For 3 more hours he wiped my head as my body twisted and I fought to vomit, finally I was able to throw up a HUGE amount, see that’s what happens all that is in the bowel that can’t pass has to come out one way or the other and if it can’t then you die.

I slept for a few hours, and awoke still in pain and weak…. For the past 3 days I’ve had acupuncture twice, two intestinal massages and been to see Ginny Harper (my food coach who has returned from Spain.) It seems that I ate way too much for my weakened intestines to pass and so they collapsed and I am reminded that healing my body is an on going process.  The worst part of the next couple days was looking into my little girls’ eyes and seeing myself at their age – watching my mother struggle.  I was sure to tell them that I was fine and that I just needed to rest, kissing them and touching them as often as possible. Reminding myself that our life is not the childhood that was mine – seeing my resilience.

Dr. Sheng tells me that the heart & small intestines are a couple, when the heart is sad the intestines break and that the intestines are a place of karma for the heart as they attempt to protect the heart.

When I went to see Gil “Happy Son Of My People”, I climbed on his table not wanting to process and passed out the minute the needles hit their spots, in my dream a window opened and I saw all this sunlight pour through, at first I was frightened.  Once I looked in it was as if I was watching a movie, my life’s movie this time centered on my girls and Lee.  In the movie Lola was sitting on the porch as she is now 4 years old, I was braiding her long golden hair – with each weave of the braid she aged and moved further away from me– yet I continued to hold on to her via the strands of her hair; just as my mother still does with me.  Bella and Lola danced through time, I would have flashes of Lee too, sitting on the front porch of our old farm house – each glimpse of him time would show it’s face upon his until he was a very old man.

My mind raced trying to keep track of ages, places and wrinkles.  Gil walked into the room, my eyes opened with tears he asked “Kapara do you have pain?” “No, I do not – I have seen time and I am a part of it.”

Just maybe my intestines break so that my heart will open and I will feel what I am too busy to move through.  I’m not afraid that I am sick again; instead I understand the process of being here and healing.  My resilience reminds me not to turn on myself and to fall in to the deep hole of doubt in times of struggle.  The intestinal walls have 1,000’s of layers of tissue and each layer that heals has a process.  I’m not rushing to the end instead I’m moving through the journey.

Yesterday I answered the phone, a call from Bella’s school.  I assumed she was hurt or ill; instead it was the schools administrative assistant, she said “I’m sorry to bother you but Isabella just sang for the principal and myself and she brought tears to my eyes, she is a lovely child.” I fought back my own tears, and wanted to reach through the phone and hug this woman, telling her how deeply I appreciated her phone call and that I am grateful that my child is honored and honorable, that I am raising noble beings in a school that believes in nobility.  Again my resilience was fortified.

Today I feel like my healthy strong self and I’m back in the game, but with a new perspective; a bigger aerial point of view that only comes from picking ones self up from the bathroom floor.

Rid Yo’self of Plastic!

September 2, 2009

Two years ago I took my then almost one-year-old daughter on our regular jaunt to the pediatrician for her monthly wellness check-up. All was going well until he removed her diaper and then picked up a long Q-tip and used the stick end to pull apart the skin on her “nunnie” (vaginal lips). She screamed and I jumped!

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well here is the thing,” he said, “you’ve got two choices: either you can go home and rid your house of all the plastic–water bottles, the HUGE delivered drinking water containers, Tupperware, baby bottles, plastic cooking ware, kids cups, sippy cups etc…or I can give you progesterone cream.”

Hormonal cream for menopausal women? “What? She is a baby!” I said.

Very calmly he schooled me. “All this plastic is messing with our hormones, both female and male. Some scientists think that this has to do with the rise in prostrate and breast cancers. Do what you want, you have a choice.”

I took the prescription for the cream, “just in case,” then I went home and got busy searching for info. There wasn’t much out there then. I had to order all glass bottles for her because they weren’t available in stores. I got rid of our Sparkletts deal that delivered water to our house in those plastic containers and used a filtration system in the kitchen instead. One month later on our next visit to the doctor, her vagina was no longer irritated–no need for hormonal cream!

Now there is tons of info about plastics for you all to find out and form your own opinion! Plus BPA-free plastics are available. Spending a bit more on products now is a lot better than spending tons on pills and chemo later, don’t ya think?

Check out these lunch boxes from POPO I just bought for the girls, not only are they made of healthy plastics but the small compartments are super fab for packing lunch!

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Here is a bit of the skinny on the plastics that are good and those that ain’t so hot:

The numbers 1,2,4 and 5 are “RELATIVELY” harmless when used with some sense, so don’t heat them (in the microwave or dishwasher).

The BAD numbers are 3,6, and 7 and here is why: Vinyl chloride, the chemical used to make polyvinyl choloride (#3), is a known HUMAN CARCINOGEN (that means it causes CANCER) according to the World Health Organization’s International Agency for Research on Cancer. Polystyrene (#6) can leach styrene, another known human carcinogen, into food NOT just when heated. And Polycarbonate (#7) can release its primary building block, bisphenol A (BPA) which is yet another human carcinogen, into liquids and foods with NO HEATING WHATSOEVER!

Plastic is a CHEMICAL –that means think of it as a liquid, especially when you’re drinking and eating off of it. A liquid that is always seeping.

Lastly there is NO ONE overseeing the labeling of healthy plastics. It’s voluntary…hmmmm?

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