Part One: LA and Beyond!

August 3, 2010

My plans for LA were to relax, hang out on the beach and catch up with all of my Malibu Momma’s.

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What my plans were and what happened were two different things; I ended up going as fast as I possibly could.  Running the girls to The C.O.O.L School (California Ocean of Learning) day camp every morning, preparing packed lunches, driving up and down the Pacific Coast Highway and rushing to prepare for one meeting after another.  These meetings were all great and revolving around my writing, it’s just that I wasn’t in work mode and I’d forgotten how crazy LA traffic and living just is!

In fact I found myself looking at LA with new eyes, eyes that aren’t so enamored or in the True Blood sense – I was unglamoured.

I first arrived in LA 20 years old and amazed at how life could become anything I wanted it to be, I saw all the magic and fell in love with the ability to dream big.  My first job was on the 3rd St. Promenade, Gretchen (my friend & roommate) and I hit the pavement, stopping in every groovy shop or restaurant sitting on this walk way street full of street performers, playing music for nickels, rapping, dancing, beating buckets turning them into drums and pantomimes.  I finally scored a job working as a cocktail waitress, and listening to these folks bringing it every night, inspired me  to figure out what I was good at and go for it.

Isabella has fo’sho got a pinch of Mee & Lee in her, when she was 4 we walked along this street watching the performers, one little girl in particular stood out, she was about 8 years old and singing Alicia Keys, her daddy was there with her running the amp while she did her best to “bring it.”  Bella looked up at me and asked “Momma when I’m 8 can I sing here on this street like her?”

I said, “Of course you can.”

Immediately upon arriving in LA, Bella kept asking if she could sing like that little girl, I was shocked that she remembered! Again I shook it off and said “Sure one day.”

Bella made great friends with a girl named Allie, a counselor at the summer camp and also an aspiring singer/guitar player.  Allie, a pretty young gal about 21 came to babysit one evening.  Lee and I went to dinner and Allie said she was going to take the girls for a treat on the 3rd St. Promenade, I left car seats and away they went.  Lee and I returned home and the girls were still out and it was almost 8:30pm, suddenly the door flew open and with it a burst of excitement bounced into the room.  Bella had convinced Allie to let her sing while Allie played guitar to all of the Taylor Swift hits that Bella has memorized. Meanwhile, Lola jumped around in the background yelling “Give us so money so we can buy some pillow pets.”  They have been asking me for a pillow pet stuffed animal for months, apparently they were performing next to a cart that sold them!  Not only did they earn money for two pillow pets but also 164.00 bucks!  Bella was beside herself with glee and pride, I was torn – “Oh, no my youngin’s are buskin on the street fo’dollars – what will the neighbors say?”  IMG_1376

OK Not really, you see I thought you go y’all, brave and entrepreneurial.  However when they wanted to return the following day, I said “NO” that would have made it a job.

So, Bella fell hard in love with LA, she could see all the magic, while I struggled with focusing on the traffic, lack of employment and the closing of so many of my favorite shops.  I kept seeing water shortages and then something huge – what has fed LA and all of those folks that eat and live there is Hollywood, most productions for TV and film originated there and were mostly shot there.  Now, not only are shows and films shot else where due to the high cost of LA filming but, that big old energy is spreading out around the globe and content is now created EVERY WHERE, just look at PKIA, we shoot high definition videos here in Nashville and 30,000 folks follow this site – all coming from 120 countries – so not only is publishing shifting but so is all of the entertainment industry.  Every time something is done somewhere other than LA, folks in LA lose a little bit more.  What’s happening is that people can’t afford to run business’s – rent for an average size restaurant spot in Santa Monica goes for $40,000 per month, people can’t pay their house notes let alone their rentals with the average home not apartment renting for $4,000 on the low end and $8,000 on average.  I never noticed this before moving to the Jungle and to Nashville, you see because it was really all I knew – I’ve lived in California longer than anywhere else.

LA was a yo-yo fo’Mee, one morning Lee and I spent the day at Surf Rider beach in Malibu, there was a contest and while Lee surfed, the girls and I watched young girls paddle out and catch some bangin’ waves.  I looked up at the mountains and thought this is what I want for my girls.  Then we drove back into the city and met my Aunt Connie in Venice for lunch.

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Aunt Connie has owned a head shop/souvenir store since the 1960’s.  She knows all the street performers and carni like folks that cover the boardwalk.  When I first moved to Venice hanging at her shop was part of my deal, Aunt Connie and her wide view of the world guided me.  This time Venice Beach was INSANE, beyond INSANE – the craziness and the crazy’s were in full force.  Aunt Connie’s latest BFF is one of the local street psychics that sit along the boardwalk reading tarot cards and telling tourist what they can expect.  Aunt Connie insisted that I have a reading; she wanted to know when I was coming home!  Before I knew it I was caught up in a wave of craziness and being dragged to the boardwalk by a LOONEY TOON TYPHON, dressed in a 1970’s pink, brides maid bonnet, long skirt, tennis shoes and one good eye.  Finally we made it past all the gang bangers, pot smokers (yep folks are smoking pot on the board walk – there are TONS of medicinal marijuana joints everywhere & script doctors!) There are way too many street performers too; in fact so many they have to rotate spaces in shifts.

This pink bonnet psychic brought me to her card table covered with purple velvet fabric and began to tell me about Mee, I could barely listen to her let alone look at her, she had so much crud around her mouth and her nails were filthy – my OCD self prayed that she wasn’t gonna try to read my palms!

I didn’t know that what she was going to tell me would ring so true…..

Slow Down and Chew…

April 28, 2009

Lee has placed me on “Lock Down.”
After the past week and all the running around I’ve done, I failed to take care of myself.
I ate out in restaurants at least three times. This is not a big deal for most folks but for me it’s bad news. Then I got so busy that I stopped eating 5 times a day like I need too and ate things that I KNOW hurt me, like PIZZA! (I was at a kid’s birthday party and totally jonesin’)
Regardless of the food choices I tried to make, most restaurants cook with less then healthy oils. It is hard to find Kale and other organic veggies and everyone seems to use some kind of processed spice or flavoring.
When we are using food as our medicine, there isn’t much room for slipping up.
When I eat at home I sit and take my time, chewing is my “pill” of choice right now. I’m supposed to chew each bite between 50 and 100 times! When I’m with people, I find myself chatting and rushing.
I do so much chewing because it increases the natural enzymes in my body and breaks the food down before it gets to my intestines. This helps me absorb nutrients and aid the overhaul process. If we all chewed like this, our bodies would be much better.
Try it next time you take a bite of anything – 50 chews.

I heard my body talk to me last week, “Mee slow down, you still are healing..” Of course, I didn’t listen with the fun and thrill of all my projects lining up, I just wanted to move ahead!
In fact, last week was one of the most productive and creative weeks I’ve had in a super long time!
We shot my style page, edited 3 episodes of our Healthy Lifestyle show and shot 2 more episodes, plus a few hours of writing, tending to two tiny kids. Throw in some macrobiotic cooking and a crash was lurking around the corner!

Part of my process is listening to my body and, even though I heard loud and clear “You’re taking on too much,” I didn’t listen until a POUNDING headache came knocking followed by SEVERE tummy pain….
Now I’m on lock down and my goal is to STOP losing weight – I’ve dropped another 7 lbs!
Yesterday, I stayed home and cooked and ate…Today, I’m here cooking and eating… So far I’ve had a Spelt bagel with almond butter, a bowl of brown rice, black beans and kale and just now I’ve just finished a spelt tortilla wrapped around Halibut, with brown rice and avocado served with a side of broccoli.

In an hour I will have some miso soup and then dinner followed by an evening snack!!
People, we don’t need diet pills, just EAT tons of healthy food!

Yesterday, I tried to cut my conversations to a minimum and focus all of my juice on my body. I walked into “Happy Son Of My People” thin and weepy. The night before, “Hi I’m Nervous Underneath” kept me up all night, tossing and turning with worry of things I can’t control… like swine flu, the economy, and are smart cars really smart? I wonder where that woman got those red shoes? Was I rude to the grocery bagger? I hope she didn’t think so. I was just rushing. Then the list of phone calls I didn’t return yet or emails I have not sent started to run.
This went on for two hours!
“Hi I’m Nervous Underneath” surely lives within all of us and when she’s not reigned in, she runs into people she knows and talks way too much about nothing, trying to cover up all the nervous energy!

Seeing Happy Son Of My People always puts things in perspective. “Nervous Underneath” isn’t about all exterior conversations and fears but about my deep internal ones: Am I OK? Am I doing my best in my life? Do I trust me? Do I trust that life has placed me just where I need to be? Is my faith really secure?

He loaded me up with needles and there I laid, spinning and spinning… slowly calming down. Finally, I was so calm that I heard MEE: “go home take care of us, don’t believe that doing “nothing” is nothing. Stop and get a new prospective….”

When I got home Lee had just returned from Virginia and was shocked to see me so weak. I know it’s tough on him, I know he wants to help me and support my choices and food process. He see’s that I do better when I take care of myself and I love that he reminds me to do that.
Marriage is an interesting journey, not at all what we think it will be, it is better. Lee and I are two separate people with very different ways of moving through the world and because we don’t try to influence each other, our individuality brings inspiration to our relationship.
Life is a journey that won’t be rushed and our relationships are part of this journey….

Click Three Times…..

April 15, 2009



It’s been so long since I lived in a tornado-ridden area that I forgot how scary these things can be!
The other day, a woman ran through the Convent, telling us to all get to the basement!
She said there were two huge funnels coming this way and would be here in 20 minutes! Of course I have no radio or TV in there so I flew up and started packing for home, I had to convince her that I lived close and my girls were home alone with the maid who spoke no English and doesn’t ever watch T.V.!
Once I got into the car, I found out that the tornado wasn’t coming this way but South of us. Sadness struck 20 miles, packing punch and devastation.
Someone said to me, “How can you be so frightened of tornadoes, you’ve lived through Malibu fires, earthquakes, Drug Cartels and flying Grenades in the neighboring village in the jungle?”
Hmmmm…
I guess I need some ruby red slippers.
But where is home?

Maybe this all ties into the recurring dream I’ve been having,.
It varies a bit, but the story is always the same!
People are either trying to break in or have found a way in to my house. Always it’s this house in Nashville!
The dreams aren’t scary, just uncomfortable because I want these folks out of my home!
The invaders are always different – once it was a crew from a local circus, another time some farmers and their animals moved in, and a few nights ago people were trying to break in to our house in Sayulita, but it was really this house!
In my dream last night, there were two women in my house and, once I realized that they, too, were not leaving I asked them, “What do you want?”
They disappeared!

Maybe this house has tons of living that’s gone on in it since it’s so old. Maybe the worlds and memories it holds are smackin’ into mine?

Bella tells me that there is a man here and Lola doesn’t like him!
For sure, there is. For sure, there has got to be at least one person that’s lived here with strong memories, revisiting them from the other side or a tucked away space in their mind.
The other day, the housekeeper told me she thought I was the person walking around upstairs until I walked through the front door….
When the Witness was here she asked if I had been up late one night making food in the kitchen. I told her, “No, I don’t eat mid-night.”
She said she’d definitely heard pans clanking around….
Tonight I was downstairs and the girls were upstairs when suddenly the front door FLEW OPEN and then popped back (it was chained at the top.)
I froze.
Then I called my closest friends in Santa Rosa, California! Ha ha… ‘Cause they could run right over?
I whisperd into the phone, “What do I do?”
As I crept around holding a butter knife but I saw that NO one was out there.
Funny thing – the door was still locked and this is a tough old door to open!

So yeah, maybe something is happening inside this house but, for sure, the real action is inside of me. My introverted side, which believe it or not is sometimes greater than my extroverted side, is totally freaking out!

When I started this blog, it was just for a few family members and close friends to to keep up with our wandering whereabouts. Then it began to spread around and now a few thousand people read it. The realization of this spins my introvert inside and makes her want to hide.
To push her even more, I just shot my first episode of a weekly cooking show! After watching the first edit, little miss introvert freaked!
Plus my first book is very close to completion and publication and my online magazine is fixin’ to launch!

Maybe she is right; maybe I should listen to her and stay hidden in my casa, scribbling in journals that I pass on to my girls one day.
“FAT CHANCE!” says my extrovert.
The writer in me wants to keep movin’ forward, growing, stretching and sharing!

On Tuesday I had my weekly “Happy Son of My People” session and WHEW, was it interesting. As I climbed on the table I told him, “I have an agenda, my creativity! I’m ready to focus here, for the past few months it’s been about moving the healing energy around in my body, but the rest of me is ready to rock and roll!”

I should have known from his giggle that I was in for a ride!
The first part of the session focused on my tummy. He stuck a ton of needles in me and explained in near verbatim as Ginny Harper that the healing of the digestive track moves downward, starting at the top: “mouth, esophagus, stomach, small bowel etc.”
This totally makes sense ’cause my pain that has been in one spot for 10 YEARS just moved! Where did it move to? My DESCENDING colon. Heading down, baby!
As I was resting with my needles a HUGE pain took over this exact spot, it felt like WICKED gas or some thing trying to push through. When Gil came back in the room I asked him, “What was that?”
“Qi!” he said.
Energy.
Hmmmm… I said.
Once flipped onto my tummy and REALLY loaded up with needles, I thought I would settle in and have a really nice trippy-like dream! HA!
Instead, I was OVERWHELMED by heat and pressure. I couldn’t get any air, or so my dramatic and imaginative self thought. Not wanting to seem like a total lunatic and start banging on the wall, I rode it out.
THANK GOD Happy Son Of My People showed up when he did!
Once he removed the needles I exclaimed, “OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?”
He giggled, “That was your Creativity and what it feels like when it hasn’t been able to move around much.”
“No Shit!” I said.
So maybe the door blowing open and all the folks in the dreams are not people trying to get inside my home, but MEE trying to get out. Maybe the haunting is my very own creativity pacing the floors…

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