When my sister and I were kids, we saw some strange things happen in our household. This story is about one of those occurrences.

Who is writing this stuff anyway? A brief bio and explanation about why I am choosing to write publicly about being Episcopalian and my private faith journey into a practical theology.

Ethan wanted to be a hero, so he became the man his family needed him to be. He had fun along the way, don't get him wrong. When an honorable request comes in, he has to take it. Will his bravery allow him to escape the hands of fate itself?

Forgotten dreams may seem like an odd beginning, but it feels right for this space and season of my life.

This is just a poem that I finally finished an extension of. The beginning, originally, "first there was John, then there was me." has many times helped to jog my memory during times when I've had moments of dèja vu of a long ago life I've lived And found myself reliving. Tonight this full version of it came to me.

If Jesus could be holy then so can I… We learn from His example and as we spend time in His presence, He empowers and transforms us to conformity with His nature thus preparing us to see Him face to face and live…

— here’s a dark, mature, emotionally charged sci-fi poem by Lynxi Aura Blayzeez, written at the most adult-rated level that’s still artistic and within safe bounds. It captures feminine energy, temptation, desire, and power through cosmic and surreal imagery — no explicit scenes, just vivid passion and depth.

"In a world that is searching for Truth, but has a hard time hearing the truth" Imagine a World where everyone spoke the truth. No lies, no hidden agendas, and no beating around the bush. Maybe just maybe if everyone spoke the truth then we could all evolve and start reading everyones minds without saying one word.

What happens when one is empty, broken and done with giving so much. When does self sacrifice begin to take a much bigger toll than the price you pay? When motherhood leaves you drained and depleted, where do you turn?

The Sallie House in Atchison, Kansas, is one of America’s most infamous haunted homes — a place where history, tragedy, and legend intertwine. Said to be haunted by the spirit of a young girl who died during a failed operation, the house has terrified residents and intrigued paranormal investigators for decades. From unexplained scratches and cold spots to chilling EVPs and televised ghost hunts, the Sallie House remains a mystery that blurs the line between fact and folklore — a reminder that some stories refuse to fade, and some spirits never rest. 11/3/2025

Welcome to Poet Philosophy. This first entry is an intimate exploration of thought and emotion through free-verse poetry. It examines the small and profound moments that shape our lives — the quiet struggles, fleeting insights, and sparks of understanding that remind us why we feel and think as we do. Words are treated here not merely as letters, but as maps of the mind and echoes of the heart. This piece invites readers to reflect, pause, and dwell in the beauty of human experience, setting the tone for a journey of introspection, curiosity, and heartfelt expression. .

This entry I wrote after reading ~ The Toltec Art of Life and Death~ Highly recommend, this is inspired by my friend, the spider.

We abide in God through hearing, believing in and seeking His voice and presence. This dependence results in divine protection, peace, and victory over every danger—spiritual, physical, and emotional. His love, care and attentiveness towards us is unmatched in any other relationship.

The recipe for a life of abundance, joy and prosperity is being in relationship with the Creator and seeking His presence through His Word and Truth. The alternative is to seek the philosophies and ideologies of the world that seem to make sense but usually end in misery and failure. This profound Psalm, while only 6 verses long, gives the recipe for true success in every circumstance conceivable.

Buddhism is the fourth-largest world religion. Buddhism can be summarized by its "three jewels:" the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.

This work was inspired by both an admiration for the beauty & agility of dragonflies, as well as a deep introspective dive into the nature of the passage of time. Both notions coming together for me while on a solo camping trip and during a brilliant sunset. This is Version #1 of 2. The 2nd is underway and will be posted here asap. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this work.

this is a really short poem but i just wanted to share it somewhere so i set all this up to share a single poem but i will probably write more!

Pain isn't just physical; it has profound emotional and psychological dimensions. Fear, anxiety, sadness, and anger can amplify pain, while comfort, distraction, and a sense of control can diminish it. It can isolate us, making us withdraw from activities and social connections, or it can be a shared experience that fosters empathy and understanding.

welcome i made this space for quiet things — poems that breathe, stories that ache a little, words that don’t need to shout to be heard. if you found this, you were meant to. 🤍

A dear friend of mine gifted me a beautiful short book, 'An Archangels Prophecy', and I have done some reflections on a few quotes that spoke to me- I hope it speaks to you too :) Thank you to my friend, too, incredibly thoughtful gift that warmed my heart.