Here is the newest addition to my ever-changing portfolio. This is a picture that was inspired from an old picture taken of my daughter when she was little kissing little sister Kelsey on the head. Every time I looked at the picture, all I could picture was an angel kissing baby Jesus, and I finally drew it. Hope you like it!
The Original Photo
Here is a video that I remember watching from one of my husbands Steve Covey dvds awhile back. Just the way the music, images and words go together, it is moving and is unforgettable. Please watch, and change the way you think, because after all…life is short.
Here is a duet done by two great artists, Yo Yo Ma and Alison Krauss. The lovely music along with the sound of the deep sound of the cello and Alison’s angelic voice make for a beautiful piece here. I did post a video with this piece early on when I first started this blog, and I feel I just have to post it again. If you feel stressed out lately, just sit back and enjoy this one. It seems to bring everything back in perspective. Nice video, too. Enjoy! :)
Here is the latest angel picture I completed. Hope you like it! I loved doing her eyes! She gives me a feeling of peace. Enjoy!
Peaceful Angel
Here is a print of an drawing I did awhile back, and I still believe the quote. I just posted it on my Etsy shop. It is a great one, especially for today. Happiness is good and it feels good to share it! And I hope when you share it, it comes back to you. It usually does. We need more happiness in this world. 
Happiness Is Like Jam Print
Here is another popular reblog. I feel it is appropriate right now because of Halloween approaching and the whole cemetery thing. I hope you enjoy this. It really makes you think.
The Forgotten Ones In Autumn
The Forgotten Ones
The view from my second – story bedroom window is a humbling one. It reminds me how precious life is everyday. The view is of a simple cemetery, not quite historical, but dated, none-the-less.
I don’t mind the cemetery at all. Our house is separated from the cemetery by a stockade fence, a steep slope and railroad tracks that sit down below. These tracks are not for an Amtrak, but for an occasional slow-moving train transferring goods. I take comfort in the fact that know no one will ever build over there, and as neighbors to us, they never make a fuss. The geese fly low overhead and it is very peaceful.
The view to me is comforting, almost like an old friend, now. The same stones greet me every morning when I open up my blinds. Sometimes the view can look rather eerie when there is a low fog rolling in, and then sometimes, it can look overwhelmingly beautiful, like just after a snowstorm.
There are times I have been depressed and sat on my bed feeling hopeless about a situation, and then through teary eyes, I’ll glance over at the solemn view, and my mind starts reeling. Someday that will be me, nothing more than a name on a stone. Who will remember me? The things I liked, the friends I knew. The things I’ve done? Will it all have mattered? Did I make a difference? An impression? Then suddenly, my current problem doesn’t seem so important after all. That could be me over there.
Those stones sit there everyday and I see no one. Not one visitor. Maybe on a very, rare occasion, I’ll see a lone person sitting on a stone having lunch like they are sitting with an old friend, or a car will sit there and someone may get out and wander. I mostly see joggers and walkers, and the occasional person walking their dog, only to have it relieve itself on a stone. Now. that’s a memory I wish not to have when I am gone.
The church in the distance rings out the time at 9:00, 12:00 and 6:00, and I think to myself, how odd that is , especially for those in the cemetery who don’t care about the time anymore. And the stones sit there day after day, alone in the rain…in the snow…surrounded in leaves…and then sometimes, the miniature flags come out, like for Memorial Day. It looks slightly alive for awhile.
I wonder when the cemetery was first new, how many family members must have come to visit here. Year after year, with flowers and small gifts. I can picture groups of families, probably crying and hanging on to each other. Ill bet it was very busy for a long time… and then it just slowly got forgotten. People got older and passed on, moved away or something. The visiting stops and the stones just sit there and look like they are waiting. Waiting for someone to just remember them. The people there. They were here once, talking and laughing. They had families and memories and pasts. How sad. I don’t want this to be me someday, but I guess it will be inevitable.
So, one day, I’ve promised to buy a rose or two. I’ll walk through the plots and read the names and imagine the lives of the ones that lie there. I’ll place a rose on top of a stone, stand back and smile… and maybe, I will even say a prayer.
Then, I will say
to myself, “No, you are not forgotten…not today”.
The Forgotten Ones In Winter
I am posting this yet again, as I see people still look this one up now and again. Enjoy!!!
Here is a poem from my journal that was written 6/21/93. It is about my children and wanting never to forget all the special memories of their childhood. The red sneakers were Patrick’s, and they were little canvas high tops-so cute! (He had several different pairs, and I even saved a pair of velcro cuties!)
This poem is titled:
LITTLE RED SNEAKERS
I want to remember,
Little red sneakers, sandboxes and swings,
and all the little childhood things.
Little Red Sneakers (Yes, I saved them)
Joyful laughter-wiping tears, I want to remember through the years.
Ice cream, lollipops and licorice,too,
Wagons and bicycles-a stroller for two.
Christmases and birthdays, when everyone’s over,
Ernie and Bert, Oscar and Grover.
Bathing suits and summer fun, a kiss and hug for everyone.
Carousels and pony rides, cookouts and climbing slides.
A wading pool, chock-full of toys,
Climbing trees is for little boys!
Scampering feet on wooden floors,
Singing kid songs behind closed doors.
Christopher Robin and Winnie The Pooh,
Owl, Eeyore, Kanga and Roo.
Reading books on Mommy’s lap,
Patrick
“Come on now kids, it’s time for your nap!”
Cookies and milk before going to bed.
Stroking blonde hair on a tired boys head.
The kiss and the hug, the ” I Love You!” before sleeping,
Lies deep within my heart, worth keeping.
These things I want to remember with pleasure.
Worth more than gold,
It’s a mother’s treasure!
The End
I just posted, and will continue to post , new and exciting things on etsy. I just posted some bookmarks and magnets and will be posting some new designs real soon. Please check it out at http://www.etsy.com/shop/CherylMcNulty
I am currently trying to keep up on trends and see where my designs will fit in this crazy market. Any input would be great. I constantly ask myself, “Do I draw backgrounds, or leave white space?”, “Do I do animals, or children?”, Do I put wording, or leave it blank?” I never can decide which is best.
Anyway, I’m here and I’m going to keep doing what I do best, and that’s draw and create. Here’s a preview:
refrigerator magnets (little pieces of art)
Bookmarks with quotes or sayings
Bookplates- more designs to come
I'm going to be doing more with silhouettes!
Christmas ideas are coming as well!
So, there you have it. Like I said, any feedback or ideas that you would like to see, I would love to hear them. Thanks so much and please visit Etsy. Thanks so much! Enjoy!
I just wanted to post one of my latest ideas for note cards, bookmarks, etc. I took a silhouette that I had done and found a great quote to go with it. I think it makes for a nice design. I may create more of these. It is alot of fun!
Books Are The Windows
Here is another reblog on a great old movie for this time of year. Go watch it today!
