The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Be Yourself….. Be real…..

    The trash man can have the the voices that tell you to toughen up, like feeling deeply is some kind of flaw, like tears are cracks instead of proof that something inside you is alive enough to break.Some of the strongest people I know cry every single day and still get up, still show up,… Read more

  • The healer dies!

    Tonight’s writing is part reflection, part elegy, and it says something many healers, empaths, and compassionate people experience but rarely express out loud: the exhaustion that comes from always being the giver, never the receiver. The healer was never meant to mend their own wounds, not the ones hidden in the heart, nor the quiet… Read more

  • 40 years ago

    Long ago on a cold February afternoon, forty years now past; he spoke her name in a promise, a loving vow wrapped in the scent of truth and eternity At times she sits, wandering through old photographs,remembering their two young faces, moments frozen forever The days now are alive with the pitter-patter of children’s feet,… Read more