Hey everyone and Happy New Year! I hope 2023 is off to a great start for you all!
As you know, I love art therapy! And recently I did a pencil sketch of my mom’s and her twin sister’s baby photo. Couldn’t resist, they were such adorable little angels!! I also did it for my mom because sadly at the end of April (2022), my aunt passed away. My mother lost her twin sister who was fighting COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease).
So… here’s the sketch, and I wanted to share with everyone. Yep, I’m a proud daughter and niece! ❤️
Hey, everyone! It’s my favorite time of year! I love everything “Fall”….. The cooler temps, the crisp air, hot cocoa, yummy comfort foods and we can’t leave out… pumpkin spice ‘n everything nice! Lol 😉 … Not to mention, the beautiful colors of orange, yellow and brown…. It’s all so warm and cozy!
You all know I love art! And here are a couple of pieces I created with coloring pencils.
The first one is a cornucopia… *Fun fact* about the cornucopia… “The earliest reference to a cornucopia is found in Greek and Roman mythology, which dates back nearly 3,000 years ago. The name itself comes from Latin, cornu copiae, which translates to horn of abundance. The most likely source of the horn of plenty symbol is a story related to the Greek Zeus, king of all the gods.” ~ https://agamerica.com/blog/thankful-for-ag-the-history-of-cornucopia/
“Cornucopia” art by ~ Sheila Renee Parker
And this next one, obviously it’s a leaf.. lol… But as simple as a leaf is, it’s just like a snowflake… There are no two exactly alike. Each and every single one, beautiful in its own, unique way!
“Leaf” art by ~ Sheila Renee Parker
Remember, you are all loved! Thank you for all you do! Stay blessed!
Going through some of my things… Can’t believe it’s been ten years since the publication of my novel, The Spirit Within!! Wow, time has really flown by!
Anywho… I have two copies…. If you would like to purchase a signed copy, just message me.
It’s $20 plus shipping.
Here’s what The Spirit Within is all about…..
“This is a paranormal romance. Perfect for young teens, young adults and everyone who believes in the spirit within. College student, Cassandra Blakemore may seem to have the perfect life on the outside with her loving family and friends, but on the inside she harbors a terror created by her abusive boyfriend, Raleigh Nichols, who quickly sinks his way deep into the bottom of the bottle. Cassandra’s emotional strength suddenly emerges but at a price as she’s faced with her worst fear. Battered and betrayed, she soon discovers hidden abilities while her own secrets unfold. As if levitation, telekinesis and premonitions weren’t enough, what else is Cassandra Blakemore hiding?”
It’s that time of the year again! Halloween is just around the corner, love it…. My fave holiday!
Fall weather is here…. Pumpkin spice and everything nice…. Ghosts, goblins, spooks and ghouls… And the ever enchanting witch. Magic is definitely in the air!
I, myself am Wiccan. I practice white magic. So with that being said, I hold a very special place in my heart for witches.
One of my fave songs is a cover by Lana Del Rey titled, “Season of the Witch”. https://youtu.be/zA4OjrpVsiY
Also, I just finished a shadowy sketch of a witch. Added a soft pink for her lips… Kept it simple.
One, two, three and four.
The petals are soft, but they still hit the floor.
Plucked from the bloom, the rose lays bare
in the hands of the jaded without a care.
A bodice draped in elegant lace
defines the figure of Victorian grace.
Staring out the window, vision’s a blur
from tear filled eyes longing for a cure.
Strong is the will waiting to survive,
creating the happiness to make one feel alive.
Suddenly, a love that’s been removed
now comes into view,
a view that’s been long over due.
The faint smell of a cigar quickly fills the
room with no smoke in sight.
Accompanied by a warm, curious feeling,
nothing of fright.
The ghostly vision comes clear
as he approaches her near.
To him she says sadly, “I’ve aged a bit.”
He sweetly replies, “Not in my eyes. I still see you as exquisite.”
Then he caresses her cheek softly and full of love. He adds, “I still see you as my beautiful dove.”
A smile sweeps across her wrinkled face,
so elegant and full of grace.
She whispers, “I love you, my dear for all eternity.”
He nods, “I know, my sweet for our love shall forever be.”
I was a small child, just barely school age when I had my first experience with the paranormal. I’ve never spoken publicly about it until now, not even at my public speaking events nor book signings have I ever brought up the incident of which I’m about to tell you. Yes, I’ve openly discussed my encounters with shadow people, being touched by spirits, my ability of being an empath and also my ability of angelic communication, but never openly discussed my first recollection of a paranormal encounter. Why? Because to many people, it may sound a bit macabre and strange.
Like I said earlier, I was a small child when it happened. A little girl all dressed up in Sunday clothes right after church services were over. The day was sunny and warm, and the church members were carrying on lighthearted conversations as they were walking out of the building. As my family conversed, my attention was oddly drawn towards the cemetery for no apparent reason, which was only a few feet away. This church was a small, country one with not a very big congregation at all. So the atmosphere was safe and there was no cause for concern as I walked towards the graves. The ground had been undisturbed for quite sometime, meaning that there had been no recent funerals to speak about. Yet, I was undeniably drawn to a particular grave for which I had no connection with. The deceased wasn’t a family member, nor a friend. In fact, the individual had been dead for many years prior to our joining the church. But as I neared the grave, I began to detect a very faint smell. It was one that I had never experienced before, quite fragrant and soft. The inviting smell drew me even closer to the peaceful plot.
Now keep in mind that no one followed me and that everyone from the church were several feet away, meaning that the scent from their perfume/cologne dissipated as I walked away from them. However, this new scent grew stronger as I approached the grave. It was so beautiful and intriguing that it made me want to investigate its origin. The headstone was void of any floral arrangements that would give plausible cause for the unexplained smell. So, I continued to let my nose lead the way which made me only inches above the ground. At this point, I was literally sniffing the Earth that was immediately below my nose. Only grass separated me from the dirt. Yet, this inconceivable fragrance had become even stronger. In my innocent mind I started seeing brief images of bones, like I was looking down into the grave below. Was I led to this spot by the deceased individual? Perhaps what I was smelling was the beautiful fragrance they wore when they were alive. Maybe the spirit of the deceased noticed my gift and wanted to connect with me.
I wanted so badly to take my little fingers and dig into the dirt so I could find out more, but was abruptly stopped upon my grandmother’s discovery. And ever since then, every time I see bones, I’m quickly reminded of the beautiful fragrance I’ve never experienced again. The incident still remains a mystery to me, a fascination that I will never forget.
Here is my finished sketch of Elvis Presley requested by my older son, with whom I’ve recently watched the new film about the King of Rock & Roll. Highly recommend it if you haven’t seen it yet. https://m.imdb.com/title/tt3704428/
If someone gave you a rose, would you admire it for its beauty? Or would you criticize it for its thorns? 🤔 Or, would you appreciate the purpose of the thorns and understand the protection that they provide the flower from harmful predators?
Simple post, but life is all about perception. Have a great day, Happy Friday all you wonderful people!
Child of Light,
Daughter of Darkness,
take heed my beckon call.
Bring forth your sorrow
and cast out your shame.
Look upon your shadow
lay barren on the wall.
Hear the whispers of the midnight hour
and taste the crimson nectar
so sweet, never sour.
Embrace that which you hold so dear.
Even though to many it may bring fear.
Spread out your wings and soon take flight,
for this my darling, is your rightful night.
(~ poem by Sheila Renee Parker)
Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!
~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker
~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html