The wind is my Love.
She has always comforted me, as I sat in the top of trees. I was a monkey as a young girl, that sought solace in the tree tops. I would sit for hours listening to her whispering love to me.
I moved from home- married a oceanographer and learned about the wind upon my canvas. I painted upon canvas -however, I never let it carry me, until I became an artist.
The wind is God to me.
She kissed the canvas sails that pushed me higher. SHE captivated me and made me believe I was more than the mundane.
She pushed me onward and upward transcending everything before.
I took the sails off the boat and painted upon one. I still have the sail from our Catalina 30 boat. I painted with my 5th graders, 60 children and I turned that sail- that carried me to heaven into art.
Those children made me more. Today I walked along the rocky beaches, I looked out into the fog and thought about the Love I have for the wind, how She wraps around me- swirling and creating heaven upon earth.
I am stunned by the simplicity of Her. She wears no make-up, she is regale in her appearance, straight back, strong muscles, strong arms that melt me and her hands....Oh- well- she is glorious with her healing hands.
She heals me, continuously. She shines and laughs and makes me crazy with her eyebrows dancing. SHE is the wind...my love.
I hope for you a love that moves you---that is magical marvellous music.
I am sorry I do not have photographs to show you the wind I love...wind is something we hear- before we even know we are hearing it.
I love you sweet friends.
The wind owns me...
Sunday, July 20, 2014
In London- the food stalls are a-m-a-z-i-n-g!!! The smells were out of this world. At every booth I thought of my daughter and son who love food- they LOVE to cook!
My most favorite memories involve food! I even admit I smile when I think of my husband and children cooking- and enjoying our big red pot!
I am a foodie!!!
Food is ART.
Making it- cutting and dicing, slicing- the preparing the food- the planning and shopping is a process- much like art. One needs certain spices- etc. as one needs certain metals of tools or clay.
Turn on the music and open a bottle of wine and start dancing around the kitchen with your loved ones! OooooooohWee- life is grand!!!
Food is art- art is life! Life is incredible!!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
|Art created with scrabble and chess pieces- by Judith Parsons Art!|
"All the world's a stage" monologue.
People come into your life. Then they exit. According to Shakespear there are 7 phases.
I have grown enough to know NOT to chase after love. I am a wee bit wiser. Thank the Dear Lord.
Today is an emotional day! I say goodbye to a house that I dearly Loved. I thought it was my forever house. I thought it would be the house my children would married in.
I was wrong.
I have been wrong about many things. I AM LEARNING FROM MY MISTAKES!! I sigh- cry-- and move on. I am now at a point where "I OWN" my life. I own my actions and my choices. Think carefully about your actions- your words- your life. Thank you Margaret Parsons for teaching me! I AM owning who I am.
I refuse to hang about negative people. Enough is enough.
Take responsibility for what comes from your mouth! (If it is not nice- then simply DO NOT say it)
I leave you with the game of life. I am at stage 3 still. Always a lover!
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Thank you Marie and Erin!!!
The ducks were fabulous!!
The day incredible!
A fabulous birthday of memories that I will not ever forget!!!
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Birthdays are a time to evaluate your year, your goals and your dreams. I used to groan with dread with the birthday coming up- because I had no dreams-no huge goals- nothing to inspire me.
Not any longer!!!
My life is glorious! I am in a relationship that accepts me, warts and ugly past scars. I need not justify myself at all.
It is up to me to use my time wisely. I admit, I hid in the fog of wine. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do or be. So I would hide in the foggy realm.
Time is precious!!! I want to kiss you softly upon the forehead, upon your third eye, look you in the eyes and whisper to your soul: "Time is precious!!"
Anita and I watched a movie that changed me. As I was guilty of what the main character did. The main character, Justin Timberlake, would gulp and rush eating. There is one scene in the movie-where he is eating at a ritzy expensive restaurant and another person who has time and is used to having time- tells him he needs to slow down everything. She was used to having time -which in this movie was equivalent to having money.
In this movie, "Time", one was afraid of running out of time. Time was the money. One paid for a cup of coffee with 4 minutes of time-which would be taken from your life.
The people who had excessive time (money) moved at a leisurely pace, they didn't rush their movements- they didn't eat fast. Every move was relaxed and confident.
I challenge myself to move with a heightened awareness! It is TIME to move to the next floor up. To enjoy every single moment. To eat slower, to take a break and slow everything to a rich luxurious pace.
"Mr/Ms. Time may I have this lovely slow dance?"
He/she smiles a glorious smile, kisses me upon both cheeks and guides me upon the dance floor. The warm hand of Time upon my lower back- I step closer to Time. Enjoying every step.
Monday, July 7, 2014
|Original FROG ART by Judith Parsons Art 2014|
|Art from www.taexalia.com|
I was just recalling a memory about tiny frogs jumping all over the place with Anita...When a friend on facebook posted a photo of one. (waving) She was nice enough to let me use it for this blog.
I was young, maybe 5 years old when the frogs took over!I was laughing and screaming as hundreds of frogs jumped about my feet. The bucket that held tad-pols was now over flowing with tiny baby frogs!
Seeing Rachel’s photo (waving) reminded me of a simpler time. A time when playing in the ditch behind my house was like exploring a massive river.
My brother knew the eggs would turn into baby frogs. I was mesmerized by the round black eggs floating in a clear jelly. I scooped them up to see what would happen. My brother, Alex (waving) stood there smiling- a sly grin upon his face.
He told me to put them in a bucket and wait to see what happens. He knew.
The cats thought it was fun too. They hopped about chasing the frogs - trying to catch them. What a glorious happy silly insane memory to think back upon. Frogs EVERY where!!!
The frog, in Native American cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson, is the water energy and teaches us to honor our tears. The tears prepare for sacred transformation. The water of rain washes us clean and the puddles become mirrors reflecting the sun.
It is inevitable in life to have tears. It can not be prevented. It is HOW we learn. A million moons ago a friend said: “Does the toddler ask for the pot upon the stove to burn her?” She is one wise woman!! You know who you are. (waving)
We stumble and fall. It is glorious to have loved ones beside us to help pick us up and dust us off. (Though, some times we must pick ourselves up alone. And rescue our selves.) We must go on. Learning from the fall where to step.
Or-where to jump.
Have a blessed day sweet loves!
Saturday, July 5, 2014
|Magical photos from a magical photographer. Judith Parsons Art|
I have been in Ireland for two and a half weeks. Lace curtains, spiraling architecture, miles of green fields and quietness soooo calm you can hear cows mooing in the morning.
I have forgotten the luxuries of life. I am sitting in a car, being driven to events and able to purchase groceries without fearing how I will carry them home.
(slow sigh) God knows I am in heaven here. San Francisco seems worlds away. I look now at my life in the city. How I have become the “artist in the city” at the college early and staying late and snatching fruit snacks or noodle soup.
When I am in San Francisco, I am a minimalistic person. I focus on DOING art. It is all I do. It is all I am.
The contrast is extreme. Ireland is a magical place, I have been graced with a family that has welcomed me into their home. They have a television, a car and many rooms to sit and relax. In Ireland there is bedroom, a sitting room, and a kitchen. While in San Francisco I have none of that. No television, no car and one room where I sleep. There is a kitchen- though I share it with 6 people. I rarely cook because there is only me. It hardly seems worthwhile to cook.
This is heaven.
I am blessed. Thank you Anita and Maggie for being Angels.
Soaring beside you both. I love you!