Author: Mae Faurel
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Eye Contact or Red Flag…
For me, it’s the eyes. Always the eyes. If someone can’t look you straight in the eye, I immediately feel like something shady is going on. You can talk all you want, but if your gaze is darting around like a trapped fly, I’m not buying it. And don’t even get me started on the…
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The Perfect Week According to Heff, Granny, and the Gang…
An Ideal Week, Bully-Free (With Commentary from Beyond the Veil)… My ideal week starts the same way every day: with Heff waking up at daylight (even though the damn dog can’t see!), demanding breakfast like the undisputed king he is. Nothing, not tea, not painting, not even a thought, happens until Heff is fed. Once…
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Episode 101 – A Padlock, A Wheelbarrow, and a Test of Character…
Lincoln Would’ve Loved Faurel Hill… The other day I was reading a blog post at Bluejayblog. This quote hit me right between the eyes. “Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.” -Abraham Lincoln Lincoln had it figured out. Adversity brings out grit, but power?…
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Beyond the Arena…
Honestly? None. This is one of those prompts I’d rather skip. I used to be all in, I cheered until I was hoarse, lived for the energy of the crowd, and kept track of every stat as if it mattered in my own life. Sports were once a big part of my world. But somewhere…
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Relaxation, one boiling kettle at a time…
Relax? Well now, that depends on the day and the mood, doesn’t it? Sometimes I think relaxation is less about what we do and more about what we stop doing. I stop chasing. I stop overthinking. I stop letting the world in with its noise and nonsense. That’s when the quiet sneaks back. For me,…
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Maybe I Can’t…
Maybe I can’t! Words are like my lifeboats, scattered all over the sea. Some keep me afloat, some drag me under, but they all belong to me. Giving one up feels like being told to choose between tea and coffee, cruel and unusual punishment. But alright, let’s play. What word could I possibly surrender? Maybe…
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No Room in My Head for Rent-Free Tenants…
Now, by all rights, I should be! I’ve got a zillion reasons stacked up like family drama at a Christmas dinner, and every single one of them would give me the right to slam a door, curse a name, or carry a chip on my shoulder the size of a mountain. But here’s the thing:…
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9,000 Kilometers and No Barry’s in Sight…
Now, before we go any further, let me be clear: in this post, I’m talking about a physical journey, not one of my usual mind-journeys (those can travel far further without ever leaving the armchair!). I’ve done my fair share of traveling over the years. I even lived for many years in the Pacific Northwest…
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The Leap from “What If” to “What’s Next”…
What If the Like-Minded United?… Sometimes I sit and wonder, what if all the people who actually see the world for what it really is came together? Not the ones glued to the headlines, not the ones hypnotized by the latest celebrity scandal, but the ones who sense, deep down, that something is off. Those…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 