UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Author: Mae Faurel

  • Episode 103 – Three Passes, a Tractor, and a Dribble of Water…

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    An Evening with Bully… There are evenings when you pull into your own driveway and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into someone else’s drama series. Last night was one of those. I heard it before I saw it, the growl of a tractor idling. A steady, low rumble that somehow manages to announce, chaos is…

  • The Gospel of No…

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    A lesson I wish I’d learned earlier? That saying yes when you mean no is the fastest way to hand over the steering wheel of your own life. And once someone else has their hands on it, good luck getting them to let go; they’ll happily drive you straight into their version of happiness, leaving…

  • Third Time’s the Spice!

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    Well, here we go again – food! Honestly, WP, have you not updated your prompt menu in a while? This is the third time you’ve come knocking on my door asking about what’s on my plate. If I didn’t know better, I’d say your AI has a one-track stomach. So let me give you the…

  • Episode 102 – Sofa Watch 2025…

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    So, Saul decided to treat himself to a shiny new sofa. And as in typical Saul style, he didn’t just leave the old one out for the scrap man, he passed it on to me. A proper leather set too, with matching chairs. Honestly, it feels like I’ve gone from perching on a plank to…

  • Run? You Must Be Joking…

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    How often do I walk or run? Well… let’s start with the obvious: RUN???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME… LOL. That ship sailed a long time ago. If you ever see me running, you’d better run too, because it means something serious is chasing me. Walking, though, that’s a different story. I walk continuously all day.…

  • Black Sheep with a Compass…

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    That’s a tricky one. I’ve never been the “stand at the front of the room, point at a chart, and make people clap” sort of leader. I’m allergic to spotlights and committee meetings; they cause me to break out in hives. But I have always been the black sheep, the one who drifts off the…

  • One Word? You Must Be Joking…

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    Good question… lol. Asking me to pick a favorite word is like asking an Irish farmer to pick just one favorite field. Sure, they’ll point to the greenest one, but you can bet they’re thinking about the patch where the turf is drying or the corner where the blackberries grow. Some words sparkle, like serendipity,…

  • Ireland Today: The Land of Potholes and Empty Promises….

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    Ireland Today… What a State… We used to be called the land of saints and scholars. Now we’re the land of potholes, half-built houses, crumbling hospitals, and politicians who wouldn’t know an honest day’s work if it bit them. Families are drowning under the cost of living. You walk into the shop for a bit…

  • Council of Crows..

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    Tonight, the crows are gathering.  They sweep across the twilight sky, black shadows that seem to stitch the heavens with thread pulled from another world. In the old Celtic way, this was no ordinary sight. When the crows gathered, it meant a council was being held. A council not of men, but of spirits. Their…

  • Ask Me Tonight…

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    Honestly WP? It’s morning, so your guess is as good as mine. By the time evening rolls around, I might be raiding the biscuit tin, half-asleep in my chair, or glaring at Bully’s truck out the window. (Yes, that counts as a pastime.) But evenings also have their way of surprising me. Sometimes they slip…