UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Author: Mae Faurel

  • Ripples of Truth…

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    9/11… I remember that morning as if it were yesterday. I was living in Washington State, on a quiet lake where the mornings were usually calm and peaceful. The reflection of the trees on the water, the steam from my tea, and then, out of nowhere, the news broke through that stillness like a siren…

  • When Life Says Slow Down… Listen…

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    I’ve been quiet for a while. Not because I had nothing to say, actually, it’s the opposite. My head has been full. Full of thoughts, tasks, emotions, responsibilities… noise.      But somewhere along the way, that noise drowned out my voice. The one that usually shows up here, typing away, reflecting, sharing. So I paused. Not…

  • Chasing My Tail 🐾 Once again..

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    Some weeks feel like I’m running in circles and this is definitely one of them! Between the to-do lists, unexpected twists, and daily life, I’ve been chasing my tail and getting absolutely nowhere fast. I promise I’ll catch up with everyone soon. Until then, I’m taking it one spin at a time. 🌀 Mae 🧡

  • The Weeds, the Truth, and Me…

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    Well WP I almost missed this one today! I am still chasing my tail 😂 Principles??? Now that’s a good one! Where do I even start? Mine aren’t the sort you’d find printed in a self-help book or stitched onto a pillow. They were gathered the hard way, through scraped knees, broken hearts, and the…

  • Divine Timing (and a Bit of Procrastination)…

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    What have I been putting off doing? Now WP… just about everything! The list is long, dusty, and occasionally scary, but I’ve made peace with it. I’ve learned to listen to where my soul leads me, and my soul doesn’t seem too interested in errands, deadlines, or sensible plans. My soul is more the “cup…

  • Born Old (and Still Laughing)…

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    I really have to laugh at this one. Grown up! I felt grown up before I could walk!Some babies cry when they’re hungry. I probably sighed and thought, “Well, someone has to get this place organized.” It wasn’t that I wanted to be grown up; it just sort of happened. Maybe it’s what comes from…

  • Where the Money Blooms…💚

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    WP, are you going to get me a million or something? 😂 Because honestly, I could put it to good use, and I don’t mean yachts or handbags. If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t hand it over to some boardroom charity with polished shoes and a marketing plan. I’d go…

  • Episode 105 – Happy Anniversary to the Jurassic Turf Blockade!…

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    Well, would you look at that… It’s been one whole year since Bully decided to make history by parking a Jurassic relic of farm equipment smack in my turf shed. At the time, I was fuming, the kind of fuming where even the dog knew to keep his distance. But today? I can only laugh…

  • If Failure Were Off the Table…

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    If I were guaranteed not to fail, I’d finally live exactly as my soul whispers, without flinching at the world’s raised eyebrows. I’d plant that wild hillside garden I dream of, part chaos, part Eden with herbs that heal, flowers that sing to bees, and a crooked bench under an ancient tree where I’d write…

  • Still Figuring It Out…

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    When I read this question. What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself? My mind went blank. Not because I don’t have goals, but because I honestly don’t know which one counts as “hardest.” Maybe it’s because most of my goals weren’t written down in neat little lists or vision boards. They came…