Weekly Sunday Community Meal That Heals…

October 22, 2010

Last weekend Lee and I spent Saturday night watching two documentaries back to back on The Green Channel.

The Last Beekeeper and Split Estate – both about how the need for more is affecting all creatures on the planet from Bees to humans; our push to take and create more than nature can give is catching up with us.  Scientist believe that by the year 2035 (20yrs) there will no longer be bees in North America – this means no more almonds, peaches, strawberries, cherries, flowers & many other foods and plants.  Already in parts of China there are NO bees and the humans are hand pollinating the trees to produce pears – this is a big deal – it is almost impossible to do.

Split Estate means that we as Americans only own the right to the top layer of soil of our property; the government owns the mineral right below where we live.  In Colorado and New Mexico there are close to 60,000 natural gas and oil mines located on peoples private property.  The government sells or leases the rights to corporations and they go in and drill – NOTHING can stop this.  The chemicals used to fracture the earth are so incredibly toxic and deadly that 1,000’s of people are sick now from chemical inhalation and being physically sprayed on a daily basis.  These corporations don’t have to clean up their HUGE messes.  The real scary deal is that the Colorado River flows through this area, delivering drinking water to 1 in 12 Americans – the water that flows into the Colorado has been tested and is through the roof toxic.  It is the MAIN source of water for the Southwest including Los Angeles and San Diego.  Water treatment plants have not yet mastered how to remove most chemicals & pharmaceutical from the water, natural bacteria’s yes.

We turned off the TV with that hopeless, grumbling feeling, muttering between each other  “There is nothing anyone can do, this is a choice our government has made based on our need for oil and gas and mass amounts of food that most of us throw away.”

However I heard a voice, one of RESILIENCE that comes from my heart – you see I believe that this is where all of our personal angels live, “Girl what you can do is cook and feed your body and teach other people the same.”

You see if the outside world is feeding us toxicity than what I can do is feed me and the people I love medicine – FOOD – provided by creation.

On Tuesday night I went to Corinthian Baptist Church to speak to members of the congregation.  I was nervous and of course wondering if what I had to share would resonate and if these folks were ready to be their own champions. I started out with my story and then a break down of why we eat to clean our blood and support our immune systems.

Fo’sho my ego thought that these folks “needed” what I have to give, however after spending a few hours with them I realized I NEED them just as much.  You see I’ve spent the past two years in my Convent office writing; my mornings and evenings cooking and any other time has been taken up with healing my body and tending to my family.  My human connection outside of my tiny bubble has been almost non-existent.  I now know that I’m well enough to go into the world and participate – I’m ready for friendship, and the folks at Corinthian Baptist opened their arms and I fell in.

They are so very ready to take back their power and health with food.

We now have a plan of action; we will host our first cooking class with 11 of the parishioners, they will learn a five course meal from soup to dessert, then I’m going to send them each home with one of the recipes that I’ve taught and the ingredients to prepare it.

The first few classes will be at my house, ‘cause we need to get Corinthian Baptist Churches kitchen rockin’ and rollin’ – meaning new stainless or cast iron pots & pans, wooden spoons etc.

I’m gonna call on you all – the PKIA community to help me.  You don’t have to give me a dime, just send me an old pot or mixing bowl that you no longer use (NO toxic plastic or Teflon/nonstick), a head of cabbage, a bag of beans OR the connection to a farmer who has a little extra to spare; my family taught me something good, whenever it was meal time no matter how little we had we gave up half if there was an extra person around, invited or not.  I never heard a single member of my immediate and extended family say to a child or adult, I’m sorry you have to leave it’s OUR dinner time.

My favorite thing that Pastor Fuzz said when I met him was “I’m a doer”, what we have in common (Lee & I) is that we too simply take action and trust that all will work out the way it is meant to – faith and again RESILIENCE.

Next week PKIA will have a wish list put up on the site and drop off places & mailing address. I’m fixin’ on arming these first 11 soldiers with the tools to teach others, we are also going to go on an educational shopping trip as well as introduce these same recipes to the kids at Corinthian – yep, a cooking class for them, you see most of them are just like me when I was a kid…home alone after 5pm and hungry.

We will expand the size of the cooking classes and eventually reach everyone in the congregation & COMMUNITY – ’cause this Noble Food Makeover is for EVERYONE that shows up.

By January their kitchen will be loaded & running and they will themselves produce a “Weekly Sunday Community Meal That Heals”.

This video sums it all up – it just takes action and effort!

Finish Line….

September 22, 2010

Brooks & Dunn – My Maria

This is my “I did it blog!”

I finished my book and now I’m awaiting the printing of the manuscript – which will be ready tomorrow!!!

I feel a little bit restless and I’ve got a ton of work to be working on, articles for magazines, web site copy for PKIA’s makeover – which by the way is almost ready!

However all I wanna do is space out, I’d love to go shopping but it’s so hot here STILL – almost 100 degrees again today that even looking at fall clothes brings me down.

The girls have totally transitioned into their new schools and I am proud to say that I have gotten into a Nashville groove; I’m honestly not fighting it anymore – in fact I’ve gotten so comfy that the thought of leaving makes me nervous.

A few weeks ago I attended the Brooks & Dunn concert with Lee, Deanne, Jerry Peele, Maryalice and Everett.  I expected to experience a typical large venue concert, tap my foot and then head home, however what happened there shifted me.  You see there were over 17,000 humans in attendance and it felt like 20.  Living in LA the celebrity fan relationship is separate, in country music and here in Nashville the song writer, performer, musician is connected to the fan – they purposefully want to be seen and felt as equals; their music is about the life of their listener.

I looked out at the crowd, blown away by the relationship I felt to these folks.  I’ve just witnessed the resilience of these Nashvillian’s, as they have cleaned up after the worst tragedy since the Civil War to strike their beloved city, they did it primarily by themselves – cruising through Nashville one would NEVER suspect what just went down here only a few months ago.

I felt a connection to the entire room and for the first time completely understood country music.  My grandfather loved Hank Williams, Alabama, Dolly and of course Loretta Lynn – My grandparents lived in the Pennsylvania Mountains, and my Poppy worked in the Steele Mill, after migrating from Brooklyn we were what I like to call “Guinny Billie’s”, Italian Hillbillies.

I felt a tie to Loretta, I was just a tiny kid watching “A Coal Miners Daughter” I knew that I too could make it out from underneath my momma’s struggles and create a life of my own.

Somewhere along the line I became arrogant and believed country music lacked sophistication, I thought success was found in the big city and anything country represented what my inner child wanted to flee.  I apologize for this thinking ‘cause boy oh boy was I wrong, Country Music IS music – the instruments that are played are intense the fiddle, harmonica, guitars, banjo’s talk about “ancestral”.

I walked away from this concert KNOWING that I’d way rather be Nashville than Hollywood, these are the folks I want a relationship with.  Even if we return to the west coast I won’t ever loose my relationship with what I’ve learned here.

Isabella has the same resilience, I’m most proud of her right now; she has been running cross country for the past few weeks – ¾ of a mile!  This is huge ‘cause she is a little thing and it’s been SPANKIN’ hot here.  At first she HATED it, she would ask me after practice, “Momma are you sure this is fun, are you sure this is a good idea?”  Of course I didn’t really know the answer ‘cause fo’sho if you put my behind out there I’d NEVER be able to do it – in fact a few weeks ago at one of the meets they allowed the parents to walk the course with the kids before the meet, I was way behind drinking all of Bella’s water, and using up her cold wash rag that I’d packed. By the time we made it back from the walk I was ready to go home, huffin’ & puffin’– I had to bite my tongue from complaining, ’cause lord knows I’ve got to be mindful of what I transfer from myself to her.

Bella’s amazing, her first two meets she did all right, running the ¾ mile in 7:02 and 7:01 – the first time she ran I started to cry, watching her tiny frame push in that heat, I realized she is not a baby anymore – she is a little girl.  This past Sunday Bella brought it, the first girls turned the corner towards the finish line and there she was pushing hard – OMG –We all (Maryalice, Lee, Lola & myself) screamed she came in first for her grade and her school 6:10!!

When we caught up to her she said she imagined Jane Ellen and her kids all there cheering her on, Jane Ellen had told her the day before that she could do it; and Bella listened.

As I watch her push through things in life and rise to the occasion without quitting I feel inspired.  I see the way she has taken to a new school – yet again, and a new sport and makin’ it happen.  This coming Sunday is her last meet of the season, marking more than just a race.

The other day I reread through my book that I’ve just finished and I was amazed at what I’ve learned in the past 2 years, by not giving up and stepping to the plate I’ve done it – I’ve healed my body, taken personal responsibility for myself – emotionally and physically, I’ve owned up to my past and in the process I’ve learned more than I could have ever imagined.  You see I’m not someone who could really even cook, I didn’t have a clue as what it meant to take care of myself, I was never a fantastic student and I’d always chosen to ride in the back seat – literally and figuratively. The past two years I’ve taken the wheel and gosh it feels good, so even if NYC doesn’t love my book it’s OK, ‘cause I now KNOW how capable I am and I’ve got all of you.

Cross your fingers y’all…..

Happy Birthday Mexico!

September 15, 2010


It’s hard to imagine but just two years ago we were living in the Mexican Jungle and my girls were marching in national parades for the Mexican Independence Days!

It was 200 years ago today that Mexico was free of Spanish rule and 100 years ago today marks the Mexican Revolution!

Whew, they are having some parties down there.

This year is especially heart felt,  Mexico is coming together to clean up after terrible flooding that has completely wiped out villages and towns.  My own sweet home town of Sayulita has suffered great loss, and Senora Gina is gathering lists of needs from some of the poorest families. The one thing I know is that Mexico will come through these tough times that it is facing, Mexican people are strong and capable and most importantly united.  I miss it there so very much, I have moments when all I want to do is put my pen down and head back home.  I know that I am not done with my Mexican life, it is awaiting me in the wings and in time I will return.  At night I dream of her, Mexico my Mango Momma….

Happy Birthday my friend!


Procrastinita!

September 13, 2010

It’s cloudy outside, almost fall and all I wanna do is stare at the wall.

Welcome to my latest character Procrastanita!  She is a tough one to rid my deal of, in fact I don’t think it’s even possible to do so – I’ve just got to monitor her – if not the day will fly by and all I’ve done is post on Facebook!  When I look back on my life the moments I regret the most were those that were over powered by Procrastanita – I KNOW that if I’d not let her take control of the situation I’d have accomplished way more and shown up for myself on so many different levels.  That’s the downer side of Procrastanita she creeps in when we are full of doubt, she is the ultimate self sabotage character – ’cause her disguise comes with a crafty “You can get to that later”!

So here I am trying to write this blog and all I wanna do is sift through one of the new fall magazines on the desk next mine -  Procrastanita’s dream afternoon.

Don’t get me wrong she comes in handy when I’m totally exhausted and need a PJ day, meaning I cuddle up with a great book, or glue myself to an E channel marathon of The Rachel Zoe Project or a Kardashian catch up – ’cause fo’sho these folks have a gang of characters that they aren’t even aware of.  Speaking of which I just watched a recent marathon of the Rachel Zoe Project and I’m totally thinking that “Rog” her hubby needs a gig of his own, if I listen to him complain one more time about Oscar week and how he has to hear about dresses what the hell, he is on a show about style and fashion and his lady is paying da’bills y’all!

OMG – You see I just totally had a Procrastinita moment – she is my “get side tracked girl!”

This week I’m going through my book again editing – I’m hoping that I can finally clean it enough to send it off to NY, I’ve got a candle lit in my office, praying it will keep the flame of focus burning ’cause fo’sho I’m dreaming of drifting off into no mans productive land of shopping – Procrastanita’s 2nd most favorite adventure!

It’s such a fine line to walk in this life, taking our time and capturing the moment, fulfilling our goals and dreams and just plain zoning out!

So here I go trying to find my way back to the page in front of me…..

Peace & Pork Chop Grease….

A Noble Beauty Pageant…

September 8, 2010

I’ve been nutsy busy, two birthday parties, Hickman county fair and my first pageant, my sister came into town for a week, Ms. Deanne & her husband (Ms.Deanne owns the preschool in Malibu that Bella attended), Jerry Peele our partner and friend spent the week with us as well, I went back to Chihuly at Cheekwood, spent the day out on the Ranch, cooked non stop, Bella ran in her first cross country meet 3/4 of a mile, Lola brought home the first virus of the year and kindly shared with MaryAlice and Bella, we wrapped everyone’s visit up with a concert in downtown Nashville – Brooks & Dunn’s final show EVER.

All of this in 10 days!

Bella’s party was a hit, I invited 44 kids and 37 made it!  My Mr. Mom friend, Alex whom I met at last years “Wanna Be Groovy Montessori School” brought his daughter and made the funny remark that “Wow, these people actually show up and have conversations with you!” That evening Jane Ellen and her kids, Mary Alice, Nicole (my sister) all hung at our house for dinner and in last years fashion we gathered around the statue of Mary and lit candles for all 4 of our kids whom have just celebrated their birthdays.  Again I heard a whisper..”You have your circle of women and children, you are not alone.”

This was a marathon of a birthday weekend that had begun on Thursday, Bella and Spencer’s birthday and Hickman County Fair’s Pageant night.  Samantha 15, Jane Ellen’s oldest daughter was a contestant this year.  I have never been to a pageant, as a young girl I didn’t have that type of beauty, my momma never had the cash for it and she was a bit of a feminist and I have shivered with horror watching the disastrous child pageants on t.v.

So, I’m sure you are wondering how I “Princess Know It All” became a sponsor of a contestant?

Nobility, that’s how.

The floods came and washed away our Ranch, taking our home with it.  We could barely find people to come and help us clean up and maybe they would come out a couple times but consistent repeat help was unheard of,except Jane Ellen and Samantha.  The two of them worked for two weeks straight, digging through mud, piss and shit (sorry to be so graphic but floods aren’t pretty).  Samantha put her hands where I couldn’t dare to go, she worked in the heat and dry moldy dust harder then most men; I marveled at her work ethic and humbleness.    We got to talking and she told me how she’d been in the Hickman County pageant a couple years back and won! I could see she was beautiful and I was thrilled to find out that she was such a combo – beauty, grace, humility, kindness, compassion, award winning goat showing girl and a member of the high school skeet shooting team!!  I asked her if she was going to do the pageant again and she said “I don’t know, the dresses cost a ton of money.”

Leaving all of my preconceived notions regarding pageant behind and I jumped at the opportunity “I’d be honored for PKIA to sponsor you, I’ve never met a young girl like you before – you have taught me so much these past few weeks just by showing up every morning”.

(Sam is here on the right – helping with the flood clean up)

Well, a couple weeks ago Sam, Jane Ellen, Bailey (Sam’s sister), Bella and myself hit the pavement in search of a pageant gown.  Our first stop was in Hillsboro Village, a woman named Maria owns the sweetest bridal & formal dress shop!  We didn’t find anything here, but felt inspiration!

After sifting through dresses for hours the first gown we tried on was the one we all agreed on.  After returning home to my house we ate dinner, Bella and Lola put on a show and I thanked Sam for including me, I told her I thought it was wonderful for her to give up her Saturday night out with friends.  She said “Mam, I don’t go out on the weekends, I like being with my family and if I wasn’t around my family wouldn’t be able to do what it is that we need to get done to support us all.”  Again, nobility filled the room.

My sister arrived on Thursday, Bella was so thrilled to be able to take cookies to her school, acknowledging her birthday was a big deal – again “Wanna Be Groovy School” has got it so wrong when it comes to holidays and bdays – KIDS LOVE to celebrate – life is about celebration! I rolled to the airport loaded my sister and then surprised Bella after school with Nicole’s arrival!  Lauren my beauty gal was in tow, and on team PKIA – PAGEANT TIME!  Of course Lauren painted up Sam’s face with total grace while the kids played on Jane Ellen’s magnificent farm and I breathed in the sweet Tennessee air. 

Once Sam was painted up we loaded into the Magnolia Thunder Pussy and headed towards Centerville – the quintessential small southern town and home of the Hickman County fair.  The kids were siked to eat fair food, and I made sure that Nicole and Lauren tried everything that I choose not to eat so as to avoid a tummy ache, they loved the Chicken on a stick, I asked the woman making it what she did to the batter she said “Girl, that’s a Slidell secret, my family is Louisiana all the way and we ain’t afraid of some flavor.” 

After everyone got their grub on we headed down towards the barn and outdoor pavilion, the Hickman county fair is a pretty small event in comparison to the Lorain County Fair that I attended as a child, but the feeling was identical and the music blasting out from the rides fo’sho was the same -  Def Leopard and Ratt!” ‘

It’s a good thing we’d done the makeup at the house, ’cause there was one tiny bathroom, one power outlet and a bunch of girls trying to get their cute on.  What was really great was that the little girls in the pageant were make up free, and even bare footed!!!  The announcer was pretty funny, as he shared these little peoples life time goals with us – most claimed to wanna be doctors when they grew up.

Finally, the older girls were up and we all gathered in our seats for Sam’s arrival on stage – we cheered like mad and then it happened SHE WON!

Lauren and I screamed like we’d won!!!!

I was drunk with excitement, rattling off how we should take this show on the road – PKIA PAGEANT STYLIST!

I’d forgotten all my past ideas on pageants;  what I saw before me was the most balanced young girl I have ever met – she understands beauty outside and inside, she knows where food comes from and how to get it, she isn’t afraid of dirt under her nails, she honors her family and respects herself and KNOWS how to stand tall, smile and wave – something that we all need to do in our lives.   Of course my “Hi I’m Not the Rib” wouldn’t be down with all this, but Mee the true personality in this body see’s the duality of all of our characters, and “Hi I’m Something To Look At” has a healthy place in this world too – when she stands in the room with awareness.

Jane Ellen Said it best, “This is just as important as her learning to work on the farm, another piece to add to her confidence – she knows she is good enough on the inside and outside and she knows how to enter the room with the grace of a lady.”


To be Continued….

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