(r)Evolutionary Times...

this is a time of (r)E-Engineering, (r)E-Purposing, (r)E-Branding and (r)E-Invention at (r)ebecca E. Parsons Studios, Inc. 

the past 18 months have been a time of great growth-professionally and spiritually...if you care to review the posts here during this period, you will see the journey i have been on...if not, you will see the result of this transition unfold in the next few posts...here is a little hint...

♥♥♥♥♥ day...My Sabbath Song

it is a 5 heart day here on amelia island...

first i found this heart rock

then this heart in the foam

then this heart

the sun creates colors in the foam

the sun rises in the east

this is my sabbath song...

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enjoy your earth...

 

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regrets...

when this happens and your little street looks like this...

in your beautiful, quiet neighborhood...it is time to reflect...

Two of my neighbors (Richard and Myra Larkin) are gone today...murdered in their home four doors down from me...perhaps by their son...

Update 4/24/09...stories here and here...the right of Christian burial was Friday, April 23rd at St. Michael's Catholic Church...I knew them as neighbors and fellow church members...I am still hurting today, as many of our neighbors are for this lovely couple...Myra's flowers are beginning to bloom...bright purple amidst the shrubs...wreaths lay on the driveway signifying the events of the past few weeks...i spoke to God about them this morning during my beach prayers and He told me, "They are my His care now, at peace in My arms." I believe they are...

i have only two regrets in my life...that i went bowling on saturday november, 9, 1975...and unfinished business with my friend who died november 14, 1970 before i could say, "i'm sorry."

in the first case, my life was changed forever when i broke my neck (C1) in a fall...was in a hospital room for several months...a leather and steel brace from my waist to my chin for several more months...and in pain ever since...

in the second, i walked out on a date with Allen Skeens (number 59) on a lame excuse, went out with some other friends, and he was there...he told me off, i cried...and he was killed in the Marshall University football team plane crash a few months later...

both of these events changed me and became part of my herstory...who would i be if one or both of these things had not happened? that is up for speculation...but the who i am today is a reflection of these and other minor things that have shaped the woman i am today...

the pain of both of these remains with me every day...the physical challenges i face with my body and the fact that i pray for Allen every night (as good Catholics do pray for the dead)...

last night i had two more people to pray for...that i had seen driving or walking past my home many times in the last nine years...

all the pain and heartache that has been in my herstory has laid the groundwork for my life's mission which will be (r)Evealed later this week...as i step into my purpose, no leap into my purpose...

a room of one's own...

what is the importance of having personal space for your creative life...or even your life?

All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point—a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.

Virginia Woolf A Room of One’s Own

i MUST, absolutely MUST have a space of my own...and i MUST go there often...

do you have a special place set aside, it does not have to be a whole room but just a little nook carved out of your everyday life that is your own...to daydream, write, create, muse?

my studio is a special place...for me to create and no one may enter without asking... (excuse the mess please)

my bedroom is also a special place...for me to pray, relax, unwind, center myself...

my beach, however,  is my favorite special place...

this is my alter area where i stop to offer a blessing every time i pass thru...

my lanai is a place with a fountain to meditate and pray...

tell me about your room of your own...

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someone said i was an empath...so i took this test...

one thing i know is that life is too short to get all mixed up in someone else's...

i attempt to be ♥ conscious of the energy i am putting out into the world at all times...are you living conciously??? do you stay aware of the energy you put out into the world?

recently a blog visitor asked me if i was an empath...i didn't know what she meant, so i did what i usually do and began to research...and i took this test...

You Scored as Universal You are a Universal Empath, you possess all the qualities of the other seven empath groups. You are what is known as an "Implicate" or Imp, a product of evolutionary design and genetic mutation. You are a psychic hybrid. (from "The Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/) Universal 100% Healer 95% Artist 90% Judge 85% Precog 75% Fallen Angel 70% Shaman 70% Traveler 65%

not sure i put much stock in this, but i do know that i feel other people's energy and, even worse, their pain...ever since i was a child, i have been very sensitive to the world around me...i absorb the energy of people around me...if you are happy - i am very happy, if you are sad - i am very sad...when i go into a room full of people - the energy fills me and sometimes i get overwhelmed...

the most overwhelming part is feeling the pain of others...i can't even watch a crime show on television because i actually feel the pain of the victim...i absolutely cannot watch boxing or martial arts because i feel every blow...

i just thought i was overly sensitive until my daughter started to develop the same thing...now, i am sure it is a gift...

this has grown as i age...along with the sensitivity has come knowledge...i know when to protect myself and how to stay aware of the feelings and pay attention to when they are overwhelming...i know when to excuse myself and take a few minutes to center my ♥ energy...

am i an Imp, a product of evolutionary design and genetic mutation...well, i will leave that up to your imagination and beliefs...

have a blessed Easter weekend...

i am unplugging for the weekend to put my faith into action by serving Him and others...i wish each of you a blessed and meaningful Holy weekend...

all artwork is by Rebecca e. Parsons...

happy birthday mother...and daddy...

Today is my Mother's birthday...


This is my beautiful and spirited Mother in one of her musicals (circa 1945). She was a singer and a dancer. She loved music. She had a radio show for years. I used to listen as a baby with my beloved Grandmother Annie Niland. 

A tale from my childhood: When I was about three, I missed my Mother. I was precocious, to say the least. I thought if I could get her out of that radio box, she would come home. I sent Annie to the kitchen to get me some juice. While she was gone, I took the opportunity to knock the radio off the stand and break it. Annie came rushing back in and found me standing amidst the pieces of the radio. Looking up at her with wide-eyed expectancy I announced, "Mommy will come home now." She didn't come home.

me with said radio

Mother and I circa 1953

my daddy's birthday was the third..

their anniversary was the fifth...i miss you and love you both...

this is a busy month for our family...twins birthday the 12th...son in law's birthday the 15th...sister's birthday the 24th...

morning meditation...

last night's sunset at the marina amelia island, florida

this peaceful scene helped calm my soul last evening...as you know i have been doing lots of soul work during this Lenten season...it has helped me climb out of the blue funk my life has been in for the past few years...

the sun just peeping over the ocean this morning

i love to go to the edge of the sea to meditate....

                                                                                        contemplate...

                             for my soul is at rest when i am here...

the sun about an hour after sunrise...thru the pier

this is part of the inspired room's beautiful life series...

beyond self awareness...

Jill Bolte Taylor's astonishing journey into self awareness....

are you open to the possibilities of self awareness beyond your norm? would it take a massive stroke to bring you to this kind of openness? would your creativity come from a different place?