The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

family

  • yes I’ll know, I will see them

    I was asked today to make things simple rather than how I most often write or talk… so here’s a fully regular writing that touches home for me…. for 9 reasons…. I’ve thought about this a lot, probably more than I’d like to admit. You lose somebody, or you get close to losing somebody, and… Read more

  • Eye of the needle…simply written

    Friend, there’s a picture Jesus painted that never fails to stop me in my tracks. He said it’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Now that’s not “hard”; that’s impossible. You can’t squeeze a camel through a sewing… Read more

  • time to go

    As the first line of light stretches across my local horizon, whispering that time still moves forward, yet eternity stands unchanging In that these moments at 0141 the heart senses something beyond what the eyes can see; a longing for the home where no shadow follows, where the ache of separation ends We who walk… Read more

  • Continuity in Covenant

    “And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.” (Revelation 15:3, Webster) This is the song given to us in Deuteronomy  32:1–43; it is recorded that Moses… Read more

  • Why, How, Who

    I was asked today how do I write, how long have I written, and why. It’s a gift, a blessing, a curse, a tool to look deep within and view the core. Hyper Empathy, affective empathy, discernment,etc, they each play a role. Writing isn’t just an act for me; it’s a release, a necessity. Every… Read more

  • The Lord’s Prayer

    “And he said to them, When ye pray, say, Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth. Give us day by day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to… Read more

  • Dusk and Dawn

    In the silent wilderness she dances through thickets, a laugh like a song, and her nails glinting like stars painted stories and a darker mysterious palette of color, vibrant, bold, and truly her personality is shown Her fingers like petals, she touches the snow tracing the need of dreams and reprieves Tonight, beneath the moon’s… Read more

  • oh the lilacs

    the lilacs still cling to the corners of my mind,a ghost of my lovely childhood in my grandmother’s kitchen,where laughter simmered along with blackeyed peas and ham and fresh biscuits I remember her hands kneading dough while the rain tapped like pellets against the window; now their dining room sits with empty chairs,their silence shows… Read more

  • What’s wrong with me

    all I wanted was a family;  a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found every dayinstead, silence was birthed: what’s wrong with me? I sift through photographs of my childhood looking at all the faces smiling, yet they are now long gone and only like ghosts… Read more

  • Why, How, Reason?

    How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety… Read more

  • she is purely beauty and trust

    She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet… Read more

  • what she sees

    I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more

  • Ήταν αληθινό

    the life clock ticks moment by moment an agonizing reminder of loss; faith slipping through my fingers like dust washed from gold by hydrogen cyanide My forgotten prayers all blurred, my guts are wrenched pleading for resurrection from the death I call life, and the light that never comes Outside, the horror of east coast… Read more

  • it is very real

    Below are common C-PTSD markers, especially as they appear after long-term narcissistic or relational abuse. 1. Emotional DysregulationDifficulty returning to baseline after stress.Sudden anger, irritation, or rage (often followed by shame)Emotional numbness or shutdownFeeling “too much” or “nothing at all”Overwhelm from relatively small triggers 2. Persistent HypervigilanceThe nervous system stays in threat mode.Constant scanning for… Read more

  • no tomorrow

    once again the kettle whistles, once a loud demand, now only a dull complaint; which is all that fills this hollow space as a reminder—even the simplest things can turn bitter gazing across the pasture I trees standing like military sentinels but they know nothing of the weight that grows heavier each minute daily I… Read more

  • 23 December 2025

    In the busyness of a winter morning where the breath of pregnancy hangs  in the air; two souls plus one find their selves whisked away to Winnipeg Then, as life outside pauses, awaiting the moment that bends time,the door swings open,and in rushes Thea,a bundle of light, the newest addition for Adison and Janina They… Read more