Welcome June

Greetings from Mexico City,

I am one week post worst-food-poisoning-of-all-time and all I can say is that tuna tostada at Soho House took me down HARD. Seven fulls days of both ends kinda down with two atrocious flights in between.

We flew to NYC to go to the Mexican Consulate for our temporary residency. I felt steady enough to fly. I also felt like I had no choice. The appointments were confirmed, lawyer fees paid, the flights booked, I had an IV and spoke to a doctor the day before so, vamos!

Dear God. Cut to me shivering, shaking and sweating profusely on our much delayed flight to NEWARK (yes, Newark). After an hour Uber to a friend’s place in Brooklyn, I spent the night puking up the few saltines I managed to get down hours early.

In a fetal position on a mattress on the floor the next morning I cancelled my hair appointment, friend hangs and the fun New York moments I was anticipating all in an attempt to make make my interview the next day. I felt like I was hallucinating. I was under water. I was certain I crossed over into the underworld. I couldn’t think, I could barely speak. I was a shell.

The next day, I ended up at urgent care and finally got an antibiotic. The doctor said, “I feel so sorry for you.” I have never heard a doctor say that. Needless to say, I did not make my interview. Instead my father-in-law picked us up and brought us to Long Island. Nothing like a Friday afternoon on Memorial Day weekend from Brooklyn to the middle of Long Island. Two and a half hours of me fighting for my life in the backseat and we finally arrived. I basically crawled up the stairs and into bed.

I watched all episodes of Sirens and Four Seasons. I made a ghostly appearance with my extended in-law family at the BBQ downstairs. I started to get a little more food down- mostly the BRAT diet and bone broth. I lost ten pounds in total.

We left for Mexico City the next day. A whirlwind of a total bust of a trip.

However, today I woke up, went for a walk, did my Spanish homework and finally did a little yoga. I felt a sense of hope, of energy, of ease. I realized it was June. I pulled three cards- attention, portal and curiosity. I wrote and recorded this meditation. I couldn’t help but feel that the storm has passed and that this month holds a sweet promise of light, freshness and excitement.

Perhaps you feel it too?

When I asked Aimee, my psychic what this illness was all about she said…

“Thank your for your service. You are purging for all humanity. I can see red eyed demons coming out of your mouth. The collective needs this purge. Your body is being used as a conduit of release.”

You’re welcome, I guess? ;)