UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Daily Writing Prompt

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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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    Mae Faurel
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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…

  • Turquoise Doors and Wildflowers…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Now, WordPress… when you say artists, what exactly are we talking about here? Painters? Musicians? Poets? Or the neighbor who turns her front garden into a wild, defiant explosion of daisies and old wheelbarrows every spring? Because I have favorites in all those categories. If it’s painters you mean, then give me Van Gogh, the…

  • The Art of Passing Time (Without Losing My Mind)…

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    When someone asks my favorite pastime, I usually laugh, because “pastime” implies I’ve got time to pass! Between dodging daily drama, keeping my sanity intact, and wondering if the kettle has boiled or just given up, spare time feels like a luxury item. But when I do find a little pocket of peace, I turn…

  • Everything to Nothing (and Back Again)…

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    Losing Everything to Find Myself… I’ve lost all my possessions more times than I can count, sometimes through chaos, sometimes by choice, and sometimes because the universe gave me a firm nudge and said, “You won’t need that where you’re going.” I’ve walked away from houses full of things, furniture, clothes, memories stacked in boxes,…