@brycehaymond.bsky.social
Our daughter Amelie, who is currently attending college at USU, just opened her own Etsy shop where she’s offering custom pet portraits, and they’re honestly incredible!
You can check out her shop, PortraitsByAmelie, here:
www.etsy.com/listing/4383...
#petportraits
You can check out her shop, PortraitsByAmelie, here:
www.etsy.com/listing/4383...
#petportraits
www.etsy.com
October 11, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Our daughter Amelie, who is currently attending college at USU, just opened her own Etsy shop where she’s offering custom pet portraits, and they’re honestly incredible!
You can check out her shop, PortraitsByAmelie, here:
www.etsy.com/listing/4383...
#petportraits
You can check out her shop, PortraitsByAmelie, here:
www.etsy.com/listing/4383...
#petportraits
Took one of our kids to the ER the other day for severe abdominal pain. We were there for a few hours, got tests done, but never really figured out the cause. Just got the bills, which we have to pay 100% out-of-pocket because of our high deductible health insurance, and it is $3,738. 😢
September 12, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Took one of our kids to the ER the other day for severe abdominal pain. We were there for a few hours, got tests done, but never really figured out the cause. Just got the bills, which we have to pay 100% out-of-pocket because of our high deductible health insurance, and it is $3,738. 😢
Unfolding
We speak of God as King, on high, A sceptered hand, a watchful eye. The Master Plan, the sovereign Will, Each motion bound, each moment still Beneath a gaze that sees and guides, Where destiny in preset tides Flows onward, sure, from source to sea, Bound fast by the divine decree.…
We speak of God as King, on high, A sceptered hand, a watchful eye. The Master Plan, the sovereign Will, Each motion bound, each moment still Beneath a gaze that sees and guides, Where destiny in preset tides Flows onward, sure, from source to sea, Bound fast by the divine decree.…
Unfolding
We speak of God as King, on high, A sceptered hand, a watchful eye. The Master Plan, the sovereign Will, Each motion bound, each moment still Beneath a gaze that sees and guides, Where destiny in preset tides Flows onward, sure, from source to sea, Bound fast by the divine decree. Ultimate Autocrat, we deem, The Architect of every dream And waking hour, the chain, the key, Controlling all eternally.
www.thymindoman.com
May 19, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Unfolding
We speak of God as King, on high, A sceptered hand, a watchful eye. The Master Plan, the sovereign Will, Each motion bound, each moment still Beneath a gaze that sees and guides, Where destiny in preset tides Flows onward, sure, from source to sea, Bound fast by the divine decree.…
We speak of God as King, on high, A sceptered hand, a watchful eye. The Master Plan, the sovereign Will, Each motion bound, each moment still Beneath a gaze that sees and guides, Where destiny in preset tides Flows onward, sure, from source to sea, Bound fast by the divine decree.…
Quiet Grace
He breathes in quiet, unseen air, A life unfolds, though none aware. No trumpet sounds, no banners fly, He simply is, beneath the sky.
He breathes in quiet, unseen air, A life unfolds, though none aware. No trumpet sounds, no banners fly, He simply is, beneath the sky.
Quiet Grace
He breathes in quiet, unseen air, A life unfolds, though none aware. No trumpet sounds, no banners fly, He simply is, beneath the sky.
www.thymindoman.com
May 15, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Quiet Grace
He breathes in quiet, unseen air, A life unfolds, though none aware. No trumpet sounds, no banners fly, He simply is, beneath the sky.
He breathes in quiet, unseen air, A life unfolds, though none aware. No trumpet sounds, no banners fly, He simply is, beneath the sky.
We Are Risen
The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand.
The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand.
We Are Risen
The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand.
www.thymindoman.com
April 20, 2025 at 1:00 PM
We Are Risen
The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand.
The stone was not just rolled for one, But for all things beneath the sun. Not merely once, in ancient land, But each time Soul lets go of sand.
Stepping Within
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul…
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul…
Stepping Within
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul had gone astray.
www.thymindoman.com
April 10, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Stepping Within
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul…
They saw the empty space I left, The pew unfilled, the rites bereft. Heard silence where the hymns once soared, And whispered low, "He's lost the Lord." Their faces etched with kind concern, For lessons they believed I'd spurn. They saw the structure fall away, And feared my Soul…
Yale's Budget Lab currently estimates an average consumer 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 $𝟯,𝟴𝟬𝟬 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 because of increased prices from Trump's tariffs, only taking into account foreign retaliation announced as of April 2 (the loss could end up being be much higher).
Where We Stand: The Fiscal, Economic, and Distributional Effects of All U.S. Tariffs Enacted in 2025 Through April 2
budgetlab.yale.edu
April 7, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Yale's Budget Lab currently estimates an average consumer 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 $𝟯,𝟴𝟬𝟬 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 because of increased prices from Trump's tariffs, only taking into account foreign retaliation announced as of April 2 (the loss could end up being be much higher).
Stand for democracy, dignity, and our shared future. 🌍 Join the movement to reject greed, resist authoritarianism, and build a just, interconnected world. Add your voice to the Declaration of Interdependence today!
#Solidarity #Democracy #Interdependence
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#Solidarity #Democracy #Interdependence
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Sign the Petition
Declaration of Interdependence
www.change.org
April 7, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Stand for democracy, dignity, and our shared future. 🌍 Join the movement to reject greed, resist authoritarianism, and build a just, interconnected world. Add your voice to the Declaration of Interdependence today!
#Solidarity #Democracy #Interdependence
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#Solidarity #Democracy #Interdependence
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Christ of Caesar
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream.
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream.
Christ of Caesar
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream.
www.thymindoman.com
March 29, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Christ of Caesar
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream.
They forge a Christ where lines of hate divide, Wrapped in the flag, where borders coincide With holy ground, demanding fealty sworn To earthly power, since the day He’s born Again, they claim, in halls where eagles scream, And scripture twists to fit a patriot dream.
The Mystic Way
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined.
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined.
The Mystic Way
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined.
www.thymindoman.com
March 27, 2025 at 2:00 PM
The Mystic Way
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined.
A whisper in the silent night, a flame that flickers, soft yet bright. Beyond the words, beyond the mind, a path where Truth is undefined.
Never to Find
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow.
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow.
Never to Find
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow.
www.thymindoman.com
March 23, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Never to Find
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow.
The seeker set out, a map in his hand, Tracing the footprints in well-traveled sand. He spoke of the journey, the hunger to know, Yet feared the great River’s unyielding flow.
Christ Comes Now
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.
Christ Comes Now
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.
www.thymindoman.com
March 22, 2025 at 3:42 PM
Christ Comes Now
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.
Christ is not a distant name, not bound to time, not locked in fame. Not one alone, but all, the whole, the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.
Always One
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands.
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands.
Always One
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands.
www.thymindoman.com
March 21, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Always One
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands.
They told me Love was bound by law,by covenant, by whispered awe.That only keys in hallowed handscould thread the ties of shifting sands.
Last set of art and stories from Collection #49 (the stories are on Facebook). Do you have a favorite?
March 19, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Last set of art and stories from Collection #49 (the stories are on Facebook). Do you have a favorite?
Another set from Collection #49. All available on Fine Art America: fineartamerica.com/profiles/bry...
March 17, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Another set from Collection #49. All available on Fine Art America: fineartamerica.com/profiles/bry...
More from Collection #49 of my art. (Each has an accompanying short story on Facebook.)
March 16, 2025 at 8:06 PM
More from Collection #49 of my art. (Each has an accompanying short story on Facebook.)
What does it mean to "create"? To manifest novelty in the world? What separates true art from mere output? These are questions I engage with as I explore the intersection of human creativity and artificial intelligence in Collection #49. More about that on Facebook: www.facebook.com/share/p/1BUJ...
March 15, 2025 at 9:18 PM
What does it mean to "create"? To manifest novelty in the world? What separates true art from mere output? These are questions I engage with as I explore the intersection of human creativity and artificial intelligence in Collection #49. More about that on Facebook: www.facebook.com/share/p/1BUJ...
A spiritual/mystical conversation with ChatGPT about the end of civilization as we know it.
www.facebook.com/share/p/16HJ...
www.facebook.com/share/p/16HJ...
Redirecting...
www.facebook.com
March 12, 2025 at 3:03 PM
A spiritual/mystical conversation with ChatGPT about the end of civilization as we know it.
www.facebook.com/share/p/16HJ...
www.facebook.com/share/p/16HJ...
The God Within
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray.
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray.
The God Within
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray.
www.thymindoman.com
March 5, 2025 at 11:27 PM
The God Within
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray.
The bad news is, no throne above,No bearded king, no distant love.No voice of thunder, no hands of clay,No god out there to hear you pray.
The so-called “independent” review organization, MES Peer Review Services, has rubber-stamped our health insurance Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah’s (@regenceutah.bsky.social) outright fraudulent denial of Perjeta (pertuzumab) for my wife Raven’s breast cancer treatment...
February 23, 2025 at 9:35 PM
The so-called “independent” review organization, MES Peer Review Services, has rubber-stamped our health insurance Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah’s (@regenceutah.bsky.social) outright fraudulent denial of Perjeta (pertuzumab) for my wife Raven’s breast cancer treatment...
Love is known when we are bare...
Unveiling Love
Love is known when we are bare, Stripped of all the masks we wear, Shedding pretense, cast aside, No more need for veils to hide.
www.thymindoman.com
February 20, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Love is known when we are bare...
It is day 55 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta (pertuzumab) in my wife Raven's adjuvant breast cancer treatment...
January 27, 2025 at 2:46 PM
It is day 55 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta (pertuzumab) in my wife Raven's adjuvant breast cancer treatment...
It is day 54 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..
January 26, 2025 at 5:40 PM
It is day 54 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..
It is day 53 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..
January 25, 2025 at 4:05 PM
It is day 53 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..
It is day 52 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..
January 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
It is day 52 since our "health insurance" Regence BlueCross BlueShield of Utah @regenceutah.bsky.social began denying coverage for the critical cancer drug Perjeta in my wife Raven's breast cancer treatment, as prescribed by her oncologist, with full FDA approval since 2017 for this exact protocol..