Hallucinations by Ruhi Khanna

 

Need story notes, brain is fried

Neurotic stray ideas have dried

Should it be a love glow?

Should it be a death blow?

Can you put a twist?

Can you hide a tryst?

Will it happen in a manor?

Will it play in a banner?

Does our curse lives on tomorrow?

Does the girl have time to borrow?

What seeds rise from the fire?

What races survive the mire?

When will the story end?

Before it begins or when I hit send?

Devon's Spirituality Documentary

On a previous post, you saw some of our spellers' reflections on our friend Devon's spirituality documentary. For those who would be interested in seeing it for yourselves, the link is attached below. It is an amazing watch and I am sure you will be as moved by it as much as we were!

https://youtu.be/Kp0GGyNNy-U 

Daydreaming by Miller Laffoon

 

February 25th, 2026

I’m sitting and thinking and wondering something strange.

If a magical man came to wash my autism away,

Would I let him? I’m not so sure I would.

I think many might let him, if they could.

But mine is a flying sparrow that is loving and sweet.

It means a lot to be given special gifts that are a treat.

I sing with my mom and I read with my dad.

So much time together that I wouldn’t have had.

I have so many friends in so many places.

A group of angels with familiar, kind faces.

I appreciate studying and reading is a wonder.

I sometimes think that maybe autism isn’t a blunder.

I wouldn’t have all of this if I had a typical mind.

I might not sit and really listen and I might not have time,

To share all of my thoughts and paint the world with colors so bold,

I might not appreciate nature and be in a hurry to get old.

I might be silly and maybe I’m just plain wrong,

But I think autism is the heart and melody of my most magnificent song.

Spirituality Reflections of Our Book Club

 These spirituality reflections are in response to a spirituality documentary by our friend, Devon

Aiden-I find most majestic peace in nature

Nadia-Nature and ancestors are where spirit dances me

Fox-Do make the best of being in nature, it's good for mind and body

Brielle-God loves us quietly. We are all a family.

Brynn-I feel very strongly that God has a purpose for all of our lives. Life is a beautiful gift and I am blessed

Thomas-I have prayed in nature

Devon-If I could add one more thing it would be that spirituality is in everything even in inanimate objects

Pablo-Want to say that spirituality has to touch every moment that I live. It is in understanding and friends and good food and prayer and music. I am a spiritual being

Aulton-It's hard to explain, but taking a note from Devon, I would say God shows us love through his creations including everything in nature and all of our blessings. My relationship with Him is personal and sacred.

Quince-I would have talked about so nice that I can make my body run. I feel true freedom from my disability when I run

Miller-Calling on all Speller's to show the world that love is silent. I love to silently show that love isn't loud. God hears all we have to say and so do those that love us.

Singing by Pablo Hernandez

Have the angels sung
For the child in the manger?

Have the shepherds come

Despite the danger?

Look at the wise men

With gifts in hand.

Finders of my Lord

In a far away land.

Kingly men, 

But worshipping him.

Humbly bow, 

Finding him at the inn.

A story that lives 

In my heart so long.

From Bible readings

And sacred songs.

I go to him and 

Find a love so profound.

A love that sees me

I can hear the sound

Of angels singing,

Of love so full,

Of the hearts rejoicing

At his loving call.

Spilling The Tea

Dear World - Dear Society,

I’m not interested in your games.

I sit and I love my life, and every day is the same.

I don’t pay attention to all you have to say.

I read, I walk, I drink my tea,

And that is my own rebellious way.

I don’t care to hear opinions and all the banter is insane.

I paint, I hear music, I drink more tea,

And that is my own rebellious way.

I’m sitting and I’m dreaming of a world without chaos and strife.

I’m giggling because this is my world, my rebellious way, my life.

By: Miller Laffoon

November 18, 2025

The Mornings Bring Pale Yellow by Aulton Grubbs

 

The morning brings pale yellow light into my room

Later and later each day

It’s like a slow motion film

It’s quiet and has soft edges

It’s a little fuzzy and feels hazy but so comfortable

I can sleep a minute more

Each day. When I dream I never wake

I open my eyes and I can tell it is fall

Lyla has learned the Fate of Ophelia and is singing it

It’s a beautiful lesson for a young woman

Elodie is still steadily breathing a calming feeling 

For her, and it gathers air into my lungs  

I notice a new light in the hall

The front door is open, caroling with the patterns

Of a changing season and a cool breeze

These sneaking wisps of sound 

Make a hymn. The girls hustle around, plant kisses

On my forehead and it’s quiet again

Mom chats with me while I get ready 

She reminds me of the date, our schedule, and reads

The weather. Last week we had a big

Ferociously glorious storm, but each day since,

Mom laments No rain today

Dad, though, rushes in and says loudly 

With relief, Aulton it is raining, come outside

I hurry, there is one tiny cloud, a soft shiny one

Right above my house. It spills over my mind,

Mists over my heart, and sprinkles 

My soul with a miracle. It only lasted a few minutes

But God made me my own cloud today

And I will never forget this goodness that

Is kindness in the form of pure water