Happy Birthday David!!!

Beautiful photograph by Robert Hendry 2014

Photo of Red Tail Hawk by Robert Hendry 2014
Composition by Judith Parsons Art

When my son was 10 years old, he stopped me in mid conversation and said; “Look up.” He pointed out and up toward the sky to a jet flying over head. 

He asked me if I saw it. I couldn’t. It was so far up, beyond my eye sight. He could see it, he told me to look up his arm, to follow his pointed index figure and low and behold. There is was! 

A tiny speck of white, an airplane.

He said then that he wanted to fly, he loved everything about flying. He wanted to create state of the art planes with new technology. I believe he will.

He had hawk eyes back then. (smiling) What a glorious man my son is. I wish I could hold him and hug him in person.

(sighing) This blog will suffice until we see one another again. I will embarrass him with my ramblings and hopefully he will forgive me. (grinning)

When he was born he was 9 pounds 14 ounces. He was born with his fist tight --close to his chest, like a little boxer man...and had the widest shoulders EVER. (grinning) 

We gave him an extra name because of those shoulders. I figured if there was anybody on the planet that could carry an extra name - it would be David!

One of my happiest memories with the family is going night sailing. We would plan to sail on full moon nights. I will never forget the moon rising over the horizon on Lake Pontchartrain. The glow of the GPS reflected Dave’s grin. He had his feet upon the seats and he had the sail boat busting butt! God knows the wind was glorious that night! 

The sails were full and David was strong enough to hold the sail boat on her course! A brave man then...a brave man now.

(grinning- waving)

Other favorite memories include bon fires and cooking in the kitchen. He would get in the kitchen and make the craziest sandwiches, mustard and peanut butter…(laughing) Thanks for the reminder!

And there was a time when he put “Tony’s” spice on e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g! (grinning)

David is studying aerospace engineering. Yep, he is THAT smart. I can’t wait to see what he will invent. Time will tell.

Life may side track us a wee bit, we might get off course, but Dave has an incredible drive, and a magnificent work ethic! He will hate me for calling him: "a gentle giant" but at 6 foot 5 inches, he is just that. And he has glorious shoulders upon which I cry upon. Thank you Dave for all your support and love!! We are flourishing and growing stronger everyday!

Happy Birthday Sweetheart! I love you! Mom

It is ALL about the LIGHT!

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2014
Warren Point, Ireland

This blog is brought to you by Light. Anita Boyle, (waving) took this photo in Warren Point, Ireland. Thank you for sharing your photography.

The light is spiral in nature as it swirls into the tunnel. There is a plant that resembles a bonsai tree at the opening, beyond that is the water and homes that face the shore. The water and homes sit in a haze. The sun has not burned off the fog of the morning. 

I love the hazy fog that has not yet burned off. That is my life, as I learn to accept my life without additives. Most people have vices, we use them to soften the intensity of reality. As I grow, as I become the Queen I am in my own fairy tale, I am learning to embrace life with out additives. (sighing) I feel better when I don’t drink half a bottle of wine. (smiling)

Life is the tunnel. The tough texture of the wall is cement it is glorious like elephant skin. (sighing smiling) If the tunnel were smooth like glass or polished metal- we would slide down it. The rough texture gives us footing. The roughness of the path makes us stronger. We need to be aware of the placement of our feet and where we are going.

It leaves the contrast of the tunnel, the texture of the wall and the contrast of light and dark in the forefront. We all know, with out darkness there is no light. And vise versa.

I am blown away by the swirling of the light, the nautilus shape of the light, the way the light fades as it reaches toward you.

The little tree seems to have energy, almost looks like it is peeping inside and  waving- saying “Hello” (grinning).

There was a animated movie and all I can remember is the line: “Don’t look at the light…”

Many near death experiences involve a tunnel and light. This tunnel reminds me that WE are the light. Our perception and perspective  of life is light, do we wish to shine light and portray it as glorious?

I love this photograph as it is perfect in its timing. My dad just ascending through HIS tunnel to the next realm. And I imagine the second his spirit left his body, the second he unfurled his wings, HE SOARED….toward the opposite shore, to his new home beside the sea.

Thank you Anita Boyle for your photograph. We are all more connected than we know. 

I love all of you! Soaring, shining, smiling beside you.

Weaving magical art

Photograph by: Robert Hendry 2014
Composition and design by Judith Parsons Art 2014

 Todays ramblings brought to you by the spider.  The magnificent photo was taken by Nature photographer Robert Hendry. (Message me or Ina Hendry and we can discuss pricing) 

I took his spider photo and created this. I am into sacred geometry these days, so it is influencing my graphic design work.

Thank you Robert for taking such incredible photos! I look forward to creating sacred geometry art with your photos.

We are all woven into one another. As we weave our art and poems and live our best lives we chris cross and over lap energies of love and light.

We are weaving safety nets underneath us, so that we may unfurl our wings and fly. If we don’t first succeed, we continue trying and continue flying. We are all connected, we need to weave love and light and support one another.

Ask and it shall be given. Weave with what is given, create your world and be proud of it. Stand straight and tall, be proud of who you are becoming… in the light!

According to Jamie Sams and David Carson the Spider is the ultimate weaver, the first to create an alphabet, the angles of her web the earliest letters. The spider wove the dream of the world into existence.She is also the symbol “for infinite possibilities of creation.”

The spider tells us to create and keep creating. The spider might also be telling us we are becoming to entangled into a web of illusions. By weaving our own words and creating our own 

art we need not fear the web of fear.

Medicine Cards- by Jamie Sams and David Carson

Thank you Maggie!!

Today’s blog brought to you with the help of Maggie Lester. Her photos of dad were the last images I have of him. She was fooling around with dad, asking him to make funny faces at the camera. I adore Maggie and her wonderful sense of humor, I love the way she made him laugh! These photos show dad laughing- and that is how I want to remember him! ((Hugging you Maggie- you are an angel!!))

I have spent the past days with family. We gathered to pay tribute to our dad. I hugged my daughter and missed my son. I even wished to hug my ex-husband. As my father’s memorial service was held in the same place we were married. (sighing)

I have seen old friends that I did not know how much I missed until I hugged them. I have held them with tears spilling quietly and hugged them tight.

It was good to hug and talk to Curtis Lewis, whose sister, Nan, sang at my wedding. We have all aged into our parents. He looks just like his dad. Mr. Roberts still gives the best hugs in the whole wide world! And Doyle Fox is still a stylish charming man. Caroline Yonke Pierce is the same, and has the same smile and laugh I remember from 30 years ago. When I heard her laugh, I knew that mom and dad were gazing down from heaven smiling. There was much loved shared because we cared enough to gather for dad.

I do not know when I shall see these loves again. These folks I grew up with and that I sang with. I blink back the tears, now, even as this “coming home” has changed me forever.

Perhaps it is the coming back, walking through the door you have walked through a million times. Yet this time, it is forever different. The parents have left the building, they have gone to the next realm, they are singing in heaven together.

The old home place, where we sang in the kitchen needs tender loving care. The oldest nephew, who carries my dads name has to decide if he can walk the walk. This is a time where words just will not do. The words have to be made flesh. It will be interesting to see how the future unfolds.

I removed as much as I could afford and placed myself in storage. Paintings and sculptures sit in a 5 x 10 place. I could feel the energy of the art work, my babies - sighing. Time is an illusion- the paintings seem to know that. Though, my heart aches to have to close them in the dark again.

Thank you again for all your love. The world is forever changed when parents pass. It is up to us, the ones left behind—to create a loving and laughing world. 

Spirit Source

It has been along time since I have sat beside a glorious fire. Last night my sister Helen and her husband Tom, (waving) made a beautiful fire for us to gather beside. 

There is something magical about an open fire. The wind in the trees and the light of the fire reflecting in the faces of family. The smiles are brighter and eyes twinkling. It sounds sort of goofy- (grinning) when I use that word: “twinkling”…and I am chuckling at it.

It is as if I expect Tinker Bell to pop out from behind a tree and say: “Clap if you believe.” 

I believe in our hearts-and in love. We all carry the flame of Love within us. Our source energy is a fire, we want to share the warmth of Love. To spark others on. We triumph in Love.

The Tinker Bell thought flows into two more thoughts: 1) I am a “clapper”…Grand mom was a clapper too. And well, dog gone it, we are what we come from. Appreciate the people in your life—be passionate with your enthusiasm!

And another thought: … 2.) I believe in everything! 

Hm-m-m-m…how do I explain that HUGE sentence?

Maybe- I will leave it dangling there…like the leaf that isn’t ready to drop from the tree in fall. It wants to hang on. (grinning)

Back to last night.

Before dinner we sat outside, enjoying one another around the fire. It was great to sit and talk and listen to Helen and Tom. They are a hoot-the way they converse. It is a joy to see them happy, laughing and smiling.

In the lulls of quiet, the fire would whisper its loving hello. It had missed me and I had missed her. The normal charcoal faces in the fire showed up- they always do. My family had bon fires, and some of our best memories involved fire. I look over my shoulder at those times—and smile. I cherish those memories now. And am glad that we had them.

I think of my Louisiana friends beside the bayou, the Blue Duck club (grinning) and hug you all!

I gulp and blink back tears, they ride along the memories knowing we will make more and I trust in the future of the fire. It is a calm feeling, a “knowing” that everything is happening and has happened to make us stronger.

I am blessed and eternally grateful for the past love I have had in my life, for the love I presently have and for the futures loves yet to be.

Later that evening, as the coals had died down and they were perfect for roasting marshmallows, Helen and I went back outside. We ate the marshmallows- that were sticky and wonderful. And we were gifted with the sound of an owl calling out. It was a beautiful moment. We both smiled at one another and I assured Helen that her insightful thoughts on gratefulness were on the right track-as the owl had joined in and added his exclamation point.

It was a perfect night and perfect fire…with perfect companions. I could not have asked for a more beautiful evening. Thank you Helen and Tom (hugging you both). 

I will end here- please be careful out there—in the holiday traffic. And light a candle for me. And I will light one for you!

(((As you light candles this Thanksgiving say these words: “God brought light into this world, bring light into my life.” Anita, my Spiritual Reiki priestess taught me this. (waving) and know that I will be doing the same thing. We ALL will be lighting our spiritual candles of Love…The Spiritual Source of our hearts.)))

Happy Birthday Ina

Eagle photo by Robert Hendry 2014
Composition by crazy wild Judy

Between asleep and awake I hear the thought: “Make Ina a birthday chair bow.” I blink awake and think-Mom?

Sure enough at 5am- my mom is whispering to me to use the paper I brought with me—I wasn’t sure why I was carrying it around- for a week…but then I knew. It was for Ina.

Today is Ina Thompson Hendry’s birthday. Her age is endless- to me she is the little tree climbing wild teen that lived across the street. She has a heart of gold and always comes to my rescue. (Waving at Ina)

She is my “Remembering warrior angel” Picture a tall woman with sword in one hand- wings upon her back and a mischievous smile. She has a sparkle in her eye- and she is ready to do something that might be considered “wild”…I won’t reveal any more than that. 

(We all need great stories to tell our grand children) Grinning!

The art I created is the photo booth photos we did yesterday after we saw a movie. That will be about as close as you will ever get of getting silly photos of me. Enjoy them- it will probably be another 30 years before more photos are taken.

The eagle photograph was taken by Robert Hendry. The man is an INCREDIBLE photographer…he trudges through the marshes and has extreme patience- taking photos of all sorts of birds. The eagle represents “Grand father spirit” — or God. 

I came home for my father’s funeral. It meant the world to me that Ina came into town to comfort me. (Hugging you Ina) Then I came to her home in Charleston to hang out for a few days. She has a fabulous luxurious home. 

The paper bow is silly…My mom put ribbon on our chair growing up. It was a family tradition. It was a great feeling to be the chosen one- just for that day. Ina, mom awakened me- with that thought- get up- put a bow on her chair. She is with you all the time!

I might not have all the dots connected about where I will live…or what I will be doing my Sweet friend- but I do know- We will ALWAYS be connected!! My best tree climbing wild “Remembering warrior angel” friend.

I love you hon!

We are all more connected than we know!

“He who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self.” ― 

Bhagavad Gita (this quote I picked up from the 21 day meditation series)

Co-creating with Deepak and Oprah

Art created by Judith Parsons Art

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