A Peacock's Words of Wisdom

About the Book

Writing has a way of helping me express things as I dwell. Bits and pieces of general realizations as I grow. Spiritually and mentally through the years I bloomed. Like a beautiful peacock my life was filled with time warps of knowledge that unveiled my life. Each feather represents a place, people ,or an event. These things became very precious to me. I felt a need to share the things I knew .people would know that someone experienced the things they have gone through. The participation ,my growth , the fall and ,the rise are the overall picture of the beauty and, the glory of those that honors God everyday with their life.

About the Author

Was born SHELIA MARIE HILL . On the day of June 23, 1958. Born in a place called Port Arthur ,Texas. Born the parents of CLINTON T.HILL And ORELIA BRUCE HILL (Jackson) .Now they are both deceased hopefully looking over me proudly. I was delivered in LY-EN CLINIC at 922 dewalt st. According to my mother, I rolled over on my own. My grandmother Bertha Lewis was standing there and was able to catch me ,to keep me from falling . I remember spending summers with my grandmother . While growing up, days were long and hot. The only comfort was playing outside or sitting on the porch. Most of the time I would have a pencil writing or coloring. My mom would always keep me supplied with the things I needed. During the years I spent in school I drew and wrote a lot of essays. Sometimes the teachers would read some of my work. I won blue ribbons, gold stars and plenty of hugs. One day I got excited about a contest I seen while thumbing through a magazine. I went home and asked mom if she could help me . She bought me some drawing pencils and sketch pad. I entered the contest and won. That was the beginning of me entering all kind of writing contest. From girl scouts to 4-h. later on after having kids and getting married and a divorce, I found writing as my outlet. along with that I found the one thing that put the icing on the cake (JESUS). I asked for his guidance. Words started running out of me like a faucet. I wrote day and night. I didn’t know what I was going to do with all this material. I always considered myself an alien because I never felt like I belonged anywhere. Thank God I have an sensitive spirit which spoke and said’ enter the poem ,THE GIFT, . That’s right !,it won . It was published and placed in the world book of poetry. Now ,I continue to write and let God use me to say the things he want others to know.