Welcome, loves, to the Pâosies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of âPoetryâ and âStories,â perfectly captures the essence of what weâre about. In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writersâ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. Weâll be sharing our own workâfrom whispered verse to sprawling talesâand we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.
Some paths donât make sense until you look back and see the world you helped heal. Trust your calling. Trust your glow. The journey is worth it. đđ
Hey Friends, welcome back to the Pâosies Cafe Series! We apologize that Pâosies Cafe was closed yesterday. Some things came up and we got a bit delayed. Nonetheless, we are open today and have a new treat here at the cafe: part five of A New Hope.
Enjoy!
She walked forward not because she had all the answers, but because she believed again. Her hope returnedâreminding us that new beginnings often start at our lowest point.
Check out today’s treat:
A New Hope Pt 5 (c) 2025
Written by Saneatra Polk
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Welcome, loves, to the Pâosies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of âPoetryâ and âStories,â perfectly captures the essence of what weâre about. In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writersâ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. Weâll be sharing our own workâfrom whispered verse to sprawling talesâand we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.
Have you ever felt supernaturally protected, as if invisible forces were clearing your way? In this story, unseen spirits whisper, shield, and move the world for those who believe. Trust the path that unfolds.
Today at the P’osies Cafe, we have pt 4 of A New Hope, written by Saneatra Polk. So grab a cup of your favorite cup of coffee or tea and join us!!!!
If youâve been enjoying A New Hope, be sure to visit her channel for more of her incredible stories! Saneatra is an excellent fiction writer who captures the heart of storytelling through her sci-fi, urban fiction, and more.
Welcome, loves, to the Pâosies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of âPoetryâ and âStories,â perfectly captures the essence of what weâre about. In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writersâ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. Weâll be sharing our own workâfrom whispered verse to sprawling talesâand we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.
Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is remembering who you are. Even when doubt calls your name, trust the path that keeps pulling you forward.
Please join us today for part 3 of A New Hope within the P’osies Cafe Series!!!!
A New Hope pt 3 (c) 2025
Written by Saneatra Polk
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Welcome, loves, to the Pâosies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of âPoetryâ and âStories,â perfectly captures the essence of what weâre about. In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writersâ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. Weâll be sharing our own workâfrom whispered verse to sprawling talesâand we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.
Today at the cafe, we have part two of A New Hope, written by Saneatra Polk. So, come on in and enjoy. Without further ado:
A New Hope Pt. 2 (c) 2025
Have you ever wanted to give up simply because you couldnât see the bigger picture? Thatâs how I felt the further I walked east. There are fewer camps. The world around me turned into nothing but dust and the occasional flicker of sun or moon through the haze.
The voices were still with me, but quieter nowâlike they were watching to make sure I kept going. I still didnât know why I was being sent so far, just that I was obeying.
Traveling east felt like climbing a mountain made of ruins. Old skyscrapers had collapsed into jagged hills of metal, glass, and concrete. Even with the abilities I got from the bioweapon attackâspeed, heightened sensesâthe journey wore me down. No water. No posies. I wasnât sure Iâd make it much longer.
Then I saw itâa beam of light shooting from the ground into the sky.
One of them approached me and said someone was waiting to see me. A girl from the orphanage. Like me, she survived the biochemical blast. But instead of speed and voices, she came out of it blind⌠and able to see the future.
She couldnât see me with her eyes, but she recognized me immediately in the spirit. She told me I had to keep going, no matter how hard it became. She said a message was waiting inside the box Iâd been sent to find, and that I was the one who had to deliver it to the people.
The weight of it hit me: Why me? What made me worthy of carrying something meant for the world?
The Sky People gave me water and posies. Before I left, they told me that if I continued in the same direction, I would reach the Green Peopleâand they would strengthen me for what comes next.
When I walked away from their camp, I carried something I didnât have when I arrived: a sense of purpose. For the first time, I started to believe⌠maybe I really was chosen.
Have you ever felt like giving upâonly to find unexpected strength or help right when you needed it most?
Welcome, loves, to the Pâosies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of âPoetryâ and âStories,â perfectly captures the essence of what weâre about. In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writersâ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. Weâll be sharing our own workâfrom whispered verse to sprawling talesâand we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.
Today, we have an awesome story by my bestie, Saneatra Polk. So come on in and have a sip of suspense and your favorite coffee!!!!
A New Hope Pt 1 (c) 2025
Have you ever felt pulled in a direction you couldnât explainâlike a whisper from God, or the weight of something greater than yourself? Thatâs how the voices came to Zayah. For weeks, they urged her to go east, toward a gold box hidden in the wasteland. She tried to drown them out with the bass of her battered CD player, but the voices grew strongerâuntil the music itself refused to play.
Zayah crawled from her tent. The air was heavy with dust, glowing orange under a pale white sun that looked more like fire than light. All around her, people emerged from tents, their eyes set on the rubble field where they would spend the day digging for scraps. Scraps meant survivalâa doughy posie to chew, maybe a sip of water, maybe tea if luck was kind.
Zayah slung her knapsack over her shoulder, but instead of joining the slow line of scavengers, she turned the other way. Her heartbeat was fast. If anyone noticed, theyâd ask questions, maybe follow her. They couldnât know she had the power to sense treasures in the rubble, or that the voices had chosen her. They couldnât know she was leaving it all behind.
East meant desert. East meant danger. East might mean nothing at all.
But Zayah took one last bite of her posie, tasting sugar and dust on her tongue. She pulled a strip of cloth across her mouth and nose for protection against the dust and stepped forward into the unknown.
My new poem for a new year! Encouraging you and I to make the most of this year and to face one fear at a time.
Check out my new poem:
A Meeting
I stood here waiting for you I moved not one bit I endured cold nights Winter covered me with its blanket I sat here quiet amongst my kind Awaiting our meeting Awaiting our time
Through the valleys Amidst the fog Times of uncertainty And a land full of smog What hindered you from getting here? Your heart full of clog? What or who got in your way? Was it the years of heartbreak and disappointments Or you yesterday?
How about fear? I hear it can cause a delay Year after year But I waited for you patiently to arrive To thrive and not just strive You prayed and prayed There are times you fought And remained Steadfast, Stood on business even when in despair and drained You persevered and yearned Applied wisdom and learned But made it to me and now you froze Is it because you have to again believe And be reminded of past victories
Have you ever seen a mountain of such stature. Am I intimidating? Are you afraid of heights or the unknown? I welcome you here And I know someone who is not visible But has been ever present and will not leave you alone
To the mountaintop and to the other side I welcome you to recover all that has been lost Birth that which almost died Hold on to your faith no matter the cost Uncover blessings you have not seen Reach your full potential and fulfill your heartâs dream
And if you tell me to move with all of your heart And with His word Dont be surprised if I do what I heard Face me. You will overcome Don’t give up and retreat You have already overcome I will surrender to defeat As you stand victoriously.
Many people are eagerly awaiting the holidays with joy. They are excited and preparing for the holidays with cheer. But for some people, the holidays are not a joyous time. Some people dread the holidays and understandably because they have lost loved ones and for some this lost occurred around the holidays. Feelings of grief each year during these times may be inevitable. Other times people dread the holidays because they do not have the things they need or want for the holidays. And sometimes, people experience the holiday or seasonal blues because of mental health struggles, their environment, feeling overwhelmed and burned out from constant stress, or other forms of grief and disappointments.Â
No matter what the reason is, seasonal blues or holiday blues is real. Many people experience seasonal blues around this time because the days get shorter and there is less sunlight. And many people deal with holiday blues which is sadness, loneliness, or other myriad of emotions duting the holiday season. Healing is a continual process and overcoming the blues does not happen overnight but here are some things to help you get through the holidays and Winter season.
Check out the latest video on holiday/seasonal blues.
Get your life with this new planner. Stay organized. Plan your week. Set your goals. Breathe and receive God’s plan to revive the areas of your life with CPR (CALM, PEACE, and a time of REFRESHING).
Tannika Nikeya 