It is the overlapping connections.

"Overlapping connections" by Judith Parsons Art 2019 

Here goes. Rambling about over lapping connections.

The dots in each oval shape are from the connections of a very detailed piece of art. (see yesterdays art in Instagram: JudithParsonsArt55555)

Each square where 2 lines cross create an energy.

The awakened aware self feels, senses, and "knows" when a connection is REAL.

Yesterday as I was leaving the pool, a woman was swimming and our eyes connected and I smiled at her and we both said hello. It was such a genuine smile that I commented: "Such a lovely smile."
She replied: "Because it is real."

I laughed and did a little "Wooohoooooo!" and smiled the rest of the evening. It was a simple connect, yet a lovely lightning bolt of realness.

There you have it. A small blog about connections. The art is what I love. Five womb shape rings, rotated and rotated and duplicated. Playing with connections, learning to be aware. Being aware of love for the sake of love. Connecting because we all share lovely energy!

Keep shining! And remember to sing. And resist being a bitch- just coz you can. No one wants that drama. Keep it to yourself...examine and be aware and smile...just coz you can.

Love you all. Keep being REAL!

Deer Monk move

The Deer woman asleep.
Art by Judith Parsons Art 2019 San Francisco 

I have been following Jamie San and David Carson’s medicine cards for years. The deer is innocence and compassion. This animal is a big part of my journey. I created the art with a woman curled up sleeping inside.

When life gets stressful, most of us want to sleep. We want to avoid the stress, we want to consume anything that will fog up the reality. Silence it. Dull it down abit.

Lately, with so much to complete before the move. I have challenged myself to “STAY awake” throughout the whole messy process.

If you have moved then you know how you eat all the cereal and jars of tomato sauce that have been sitting in the cabinet. I am at that stage. Double checking the size and weight that Amtrak will allow. I have no car and am asking friends to step up and help me take boxes to Amtrak.

I am in the process of deciding what goes with me. (sighing) Geeeeeeeezzzzzus, how do we accumulate so much mess!!?? I am totally becoming a monk with this move.

Sam, sex and never giving up.

Title: Keep going.
Inspired by Sam Lamott.
Original art by Judith Parsons Art 2019 (copyright pending)

This evening’s blog involves 3 elements; Sam, Sex guy and never giving up. (laughing) When I put them all in sequential order it sounds like a titillating blog. Well, now that I have you reading, lets continue…

I created this art, while listening to Sam Lamott’s podcast: “How to be human.” It reminds me of the dragon fly abstract I inked ages ago. However, it became more face like as the composition continued.

Sam was speaking to a friend about love, relationships and vulnerability. The over all podcast left me tingling with an a lovely energy, because these two men were sharing their hearts. They were stripping down to their bare assed souls and revealing how exhausting relationships can be.

Nawh, it was more than that. (slow sigh) The friend Sam was interviewing, while in his thirties, had a fabulously wonderful job as a sexual healer. His job was touching and giving physical intimacy to women. It was interesting to hear that he was exhausted at the end of everyday.

Perhaps he was giving too much of himself away. (We can talk about setting boundaries and being grounded in another blog.) However, as an older man reflecting back on his experiences, it sounded like he had checked all the physicalness and examined the sexual body facet of that diamond so completely that it wasn’t about that anymore.

Perhaps now it was more about “enlightenment”.

(Pausing…letting the energy tell me what to type next.)

Lately, I have been learning about “Wabi Sabi”. Maybe you have heard of it. It is a Japanese phrase that means celebrating the imperfections of something. (i.e., a cracked vase.)

Or maybe someone snoring or someone leaving wet towels upon the bathroom floor. We don’t miss the snoring or the wet towels until that person dies. Then - we would pay anything to have those annoyances back.

So maybe we are all realizing that pretty painted facade isn’t that important after all. Maybe being strong and healthy with an incredible spirit is what we are all looking for in others.

I do know we can all love and be open to love. We can overlap one another, (like the art) and no- the arm of one of the wiggles does not line up completely, and that is okay. 

So, when all is said and done: "We keep going.” That is Sam Lamott’s wisdom. Not mine. I like that. We crawl sometimes, and sometimes we run, (I am paraphrasing.) The point is we don’t give up.

Thank you Sam and your sex friend for an interesting bit of magic. We truly are ALL more connected than we know. Keep shining Sam!!

We all know things happen in threes. (It is that old Trinity thing again, dang it! It keeps popping up!) Thank you for taking the time to learn about Sam’s “How to be human.” podcast. And thank you for continuing to support my art. One day, I swear I will make prints and y’all will have something to remember me by.

(Hugging you tight) I adore you.

(Just so you know- I write on the fly…Whatever makes the fingers zoom over the keyboard-I type. I don’t edit. But y’all know that already.)

fleur de lis rising

Art by Judith Parsons Art 2019

Created using Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop
By Judith Parsons Art 2019

The fish and the vesica piscis.

Geometry changed me! Thank you Mark Reynolds for forever changing me.

The vesica piscis found my soul and I became haunted by the shape.

The church bell chimes as I am typing this.

The universe is giving me the exclamation point on this blog. Confirming my art. Affirming that I am on the right path toward enlightenment.

Combing the fish which represents water, life and Jesus Christ is my personal Trinity.

The need to "lecture" left the room.

It is me owning the best me.

Me just doing me.

And teaching swimming. Hopefully when I relocate to New Orleans I can teach art as well.  THAT would be a nice dream come true!

A studio with little fish artist making art. (grinning)
Swimming Artist.
(chuckling) Maybe that should be the name of the art school?
Who would take classes?

Natural Anita Boyle

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Anita Boyle grabbed the camera
and ran out to capture nature.

She was captivated
By the lake, the light and the reflections.

She was hypnotized by the shimmering
colors. She kept taking photograph after
photograph.

One thousand-ish photos later she loads them
into her computer and we go through them.

I will be using the blue, brown and green shimmering photo in some of my art.

I probably will adjust the saturation. I can hear her screaming from across the lake:"N-o-o-o-."

Laughing
Just one love.

She claims she is a purest. She likes the whole idea of what you see through the lense is what the viewer also gets to see.

(smiling sigh) I am not so pure.

Great photos Love!

Keep clicking away!

It truly is "ALL about the light."

rain tears

Photographs and compositions  by Judith Parsons Art 2019. 

There was a movie, “Men in Black” where one of the main characters would cry and her crying would make it rain. She was so powerful that her tears caused the weather to change and the universe cried along with her.

Maybe we are all doing that now. Maybe we are all crying tears, tears of joy or pain. It does not matter which so much, as we are shedding the emotions that help wash away the past. Allowing more room mentally for living our best life.

Tears they do prepare for sacred transformation.

The signs of the tear drop have been appearing for the past four weeks. I found the tear drop in a ceramic piece of art, in a pair of glass ear rings and in a stone. The universe has been giving me signs, surrounding me for the signals that crying is upon us.

I am trying my best to fly high above the cloud layer, where the universe does not sheds Her tears. So as not to get my wings wet.

Sighing. Maybe it is time to get wet.

Time to let the rains clean the dust off my wings. Time to sit still in the branches of the tallest tree and rest.

As a child I remember watching the rain drops slide down the car window. There was always one drop that seemed to dance and move more than the others. It could be us, trying and vying for attention. Why do we dance and act the silly as children? Were we so desperate for attention?

I am no long desperate for the lime light. I dance for myself and the I dance to celebrate the achievements my baby sharks make in the pool.  My drop sits still upon the window not moving. Watching. 

Observing all the static actions, all the movement of messy dramas and I still still. Quiet.

It is cold and rainy here in San Francisco. It is unusual to have rain. I put on my flat cap, pulled my rain coat up around my neck and walked out the door. 

The rain, it sat upon my shoulder. The tiny drops like that hawk, sitting in the tree branches watching the girl cry in the movie. It is enough.

Holy Smiling Rocks

Photograph and composition created by Judith Parsons Art 2019

They began in August and September of 2017. Two stones upon the beach became one. One the head and one the body. Finding them was the third element of the beginning of this fabulous little tale.

As the two women just happened upon the separate rocks. And together they became one.

Deepak Chopra speaks about the wholeness of us all, and then the word “whole” became “holy”. There is a sacredness in all of us, a higher knowing, a witness to the self that whispers what we are to do.

I find the holiness of myself whilst my hands are busy. My daughter is also an artist and we walk into the onion field of art and pick up a medium and discuss it at length. There are so many layers to pull back and explore. She often says: “There is so much art to be made.”

I nod and giggle and agree. The rock in the image is doing the same thing, smiling out at you. Welcoming you into our world of creating and making and playing within the holiness of passionate play.

This stone found me a few days ago. I took the photograph, turned to look at something Anita had found and then turned back to pick up this smiling amazing rock and it hid. I kid you not, I searched and searched for it. And it decided it did not want to go home to be in Anita’s garden.

So, there you have it. The magic of “Holy Rocks”. I gathered lots more rocks, each one had to have a hole in it. I will paint them one day, and hang them upon a garden sculpture. Heck, even as I type this out- I can see many ideas bubbling up to the surface. Art wanting to be made.

That is all that it takes these days. A thought…that expands and take on its own life.

Anita and Margaret, two exquisite women in my life. Thank you for helping with the Trinity of Holy Rocks!  Keep smiling!!