Moving on to the next…once again we’ve said yes to an adventure.

August 27, 2011

pacific bound

I so need to talk, I awoke at 3:30 am tossing & turning as it totally hit me yesterday that we are leaving Nashville in less than a week.  Suddenly I’m afraid.  Afraid because I’m finally HERE, I finally feel complete connection and a sense of belonging. The first year of living here full time was so dang tough it’s not funny, I was super sick and terrified that I was going to die.  I struggled to connect and find my place and I am AMAZED at what a nest I’ve built.

Yesterday we celebrated Isabella’s birthday, starting in the morning with Mary Alice arriving at 8am to take her and Lola out to Fido’s in Hillsboro Village, returning to open a few presents by 11am and then we held a party a “pop star karoke party” at a place called Diva’s & Dude’s here in Nashville.  All of Bella’s friends from her school here came and she was as happy as could be.  I too enjoyed myself as I sat with the momma’s from her class that I’d connected with over the past year.  Afterwards Lee, his daughters Ana & Alexis – Alexis’s two children, Tylor, Mary Alice, Justice, her little sister Bella’s BFF and MEE all went to eat dinner, celebrating even more.  When I climbed into bed I felt this great sense of success – On my 9th birthday all I wanted was to have a full and complete family, a small birthday party & to be loved and I didn’t want my momma to be sick anymore.

Since then I headed into the world and created what it is that I wanted at 9 years old – not knowing then that the sick momma I would be healing would be me.  I arrived in Nashville to live full time almost 3 years ago terrified I would walk and wear my momma’s shoes and here I am leaving in my own boots.

 

Back to 3:30 am, I am awake and an inner battle is raging on, ’cause a huge part of me that wants to dig my heels in deep and stay right where I am, but I hear my momma’s voice pass through my dreams once I’ve fallen back to sleep, “Meme don’t stop dreaming, creating and having adventures, life is quick & when you look back KNOW you showed up & gave it your best shot.”  My momma was not able to fulfill her dreams.  The one thing I understand about dreams is it is NEVER about the outcome but the journey.   I also KNOW  most folks stop dreaming & creating adventures when they are past 22.  Yep, so I could tell y’all the details of why we are moving to LA but in truth if I did then my mind would get hooked into some expectation and when the opportunity takes it’s own path I’d be clinging to some idea in my mind of what I THOUGHT was gonna happen – BAM disappointment would swallow the dream.  So instead we are going west because a giant adventure is calling us and we happen to have the means to follow through. We moved to Mexico with this same intention and what unfolded there was I found a handful of my people, and my person Senora Gina.  Here in Nashville what I thought I was coming to do here was take a protocol of drugs and instead I changed the direction of my life and connected on a super deep level to two women Mary Alice & Jane Ellen. So I say to you California BRING it & surprise me ’cause my mind & arms are wide open and my body is strong.

Two days ago I moved out of the Convent.  I can’t tell you how special that office has been to me, a place to express, create and just be me.  Wouldn’t it be great if all women had a safe little room tucked away where they could go just to be them – not a momma, a wife, girlfriend, cook or maid.  I’m blown away by how appropriate The Convent was for me, at the age of 18 after my mommas death I’d almost joined an actual Convent however I knew that it wasn’t my life path, I love that when I needed to feel connected the most, dig in the deepest with my faith a space in a Convent became my refuge.  In Mexico I worked in a super sweet spot in the center of the village, filled with beautiful Mexican furniture.  I wonder what my next office will be like in California?

The next few days are nuts, I’m not just making one move but two, one truck is going to Malibu and one truck is going out to storage until the end of September when our farm house will be completed and we will move the majority of our belongings to the ranch.  Maybe the reason this move feels safer than any before is because we will be leaving our main home here in Nashville, out on our ranch intact.  We all KNOW where we belong – HERE.  I myself will return every 6 weeks to lead the Noble Food Makeovers and Lee will return every 4 weeks to run the ranches, ILC and the treatment centers.  All that’s going on is our commute has gotten bigger.

With this said I will miss my neighbors here in town, I will miss Mary Alice as she shows up for us like nobody knows, I will miss Jane Ellen, I will miss all of the friends and associates that I have made here in this sweet southern city, I will miss the simplicity of our Nashville life, however heading into the big old world of Hollywood with y’all here cheering on our adventure is something I’ve never had before and I will hold a line of loyalty and friendship with you all….

Thanks to all of you that hold the other end of this line, here in Nashville or out there in the big world that via this blog we have formed a relationship.

 

 

Her hair ain’t my hair…we are individuals.

August 26, 2010

Just before going to Flow-ida Bella decided she wanted to cut her hair into a pixie.  I love the Mia Farrow look, however I know first hand that once the novelty and newness of short hair wears off one misses their ponytail.  I had a moment in the salon, as I was wanting to convince her to just go for a bob, I saw how this was about her image of herself, a positive one, one that wasn’t about what other people thought when they looked at her but what she thinks of herself when she see’s her own refection.  My heart filled up as I saw that my guidance and love has aided in the creation of this elegant and gamine creature.

Bella was determined and chop away went her mane and off to locks of love it traveled.

What emerged from underneath all that hair was Bella – really and truly she has come out – funnier, more confident as she knows how brave she is.  She is turning 8 next week, cutting her hair is  an example of the separation from mother and child that occurs in the seventh year as I wrote about last August. (http://princessknowitall.com/2009/08/pkia-in-spanish/),

I’m loving her new school; walking her inside every morning to be greeted by her homeroom teacher is a giant treat!  I have to control myself from not turning into my Chihuahua self every time someone takes the time to actually say hello!

I’m convinced that her past “wanna be groovy Montessori” school doesn’t have a clue when it comes to educating kids – yes they give them social and emotional support in the class room – however little people want to know that their families are connected to their educational process.  Life is going to take them in their own direction soon enough, I’m not down with rushing it.  To prove a point the “Wanna Be Groovy Montessori” totally fell short in math – I pushed ‘em as much as I could to work with her and their response was she is fine, since their thoughts on the classroom being separate from home I was unable to support her as to the fact that we didn’t have a CLUE what she was learning.  I’d met a bunch a families while at the “Wanna Be Groovy School” that had removed their children and all of them had told me to be aware that math and science was where their children lacked once they began traditional programs.

Her first week in traditional Catholic real school, showed how little she did learn – math wise that is.  However in the reading department she is a full grade level ahead – DANG – I’m glad I changed schools!

No sweat, ‘cause every morning her teacher gives me guidance in what to do on my part  – I’ve decided I’m OLD SCHOOL – shawty, and grooviness aint’ groovy when it’s really about the image of the adminstrators and the personal desire of the parents and what they think is “cool” or “progressive”. It would be wonderful if there were a school that was actually in balance – traditional yet expansive, green, supportive and actually academic…Well I’m hoping that between Lee and I, our family of friends and loved ones – we can give Bella the emotional support, the expansive life perspective and school can teach her academics.

With all of this said, her new school is on it, and already in just a few short weeks Bella has caught up and is moving forward, in fact yesterday she came to my office after school to do her homework  whipped through her math page getting every item correct!   This is a huge perk, I’m able to leave work walk around the corner and pick her up!!!!   Talk about shifting from NOT having a window into her academic world to now being able to stand at my window in the Convent and see her on the playground!  Life has really shifted here in Nashville, proving again the lack of chaos.

I’d written how I was worried about Lola’s bday and whom we’d spend the day with since her list of invites included only west coast folks.  Jane Ellen to the rescue, her little girl Bailey shares Lola’s bday and Bella and Spencer her son not only have the same bday but were also born in the same hospital at the same time on the same exact day! We hooked up our newly renovated (since the floods) cookhouse out on the ranch and threw them girls a real down home fiesta!

Maryalice, Jane Ellen’s crew, Baileys friends and Crystal and her girls (more of our ranch friends) came along and all of us spent the day playing in the river, pulling out Lee’s stand up paddle board and blow up rafts.  I was  of course on snake alert – Jane Ellen said that if I were an animal I’d be a GOOSE – yelling out every time I saw something sketchy!

We spent the evening on the screened porch watching the sky shift colors; I miss having such a big sky on a daily basis.  Rusty our Cattle company foreman filled my ears with truthful funny tales and MA and I rode home marveling at a Ranch Life’s Simple World…

Thanks Jane Ellen, MA, Rusty, & Crystal for showing up for us, reminding me of the simple truths.

The other day I felt full, tired, excited and overwhelmed, swollen and ready to pop – just like I did 8 years ago today.  I was 9 months pregnant and dang was I ready to get that baby out.  I was so frightened of what was to come, and yet thrilled to meet my creation, I remember climbing in the back of our Yukon, 4am and an hours drive into town from the Ranch.  Listening to Buena Vista Social club and wanting to turn back around, however knowing the only way through it was forward.

Ironically, I’m feeling the same way with Princess Know It All.  I’m editing one of my books and pushing through, feeling this crazy need to get it out, bring it into the world and move to the next level of experience all along trusting the NOT KNOWING that awaits me.  I’m asking the same questions what will it look like, will it have all it’s fingers and toes, hoping it doesn’t have an extra chromosome, ’cause dang there is no amniocentesis and the one question no momma wants to admit that she asks herself – Will I like it and of course what will people think of it. 

I stepped away from my office the other day and returned 24 hours later, forward moving, deep breathing and pulling on that thread in my palm.

Isabella is 8 today and Lola is 4, they are now old enough that I can really take care of a new baby, so here I go giving birth to an aspect of my imagination.   Hopefully this time without all the chaos that comes with first time motherhood.

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