UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Life

  • The Pattern Behind the Behavior…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Bully’s Behavior… This isn’t about one incident. It’s about a pattern. Over time, a series of small, seemingly insignificant actions has taken place. On their own, each one could be dismissed. Explained away. Laughed off, even. But together, they form something else entirely. A pattern of presence without permission.A pattern of action without communication.A pattern…

  • The First Hour Is Different Now…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The First Hour Is Different Now… The first hour of the day used to belong to him. Not in any official sense… he never signed anything. But try telling him that. He ran it like a small, furry dictator. There was a system. A routine. An expectation that I would rise, acknowledge his existence, and…

  • The Last Kind Thing We Do for Love…

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    Mae Faurel
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    For Heff… Saturday, Heff crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Even writing those words feels strange… like they belong to someone else’s story and not mine. The truth is, it was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. The kind that sits heavy in your chest and makes you question everything. Anyone who has…

  • Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter… I’ve been gone a long while… Months, actually. And I won’t dress that up. Not because I had nothing to say, but because life required my full attention. Anyone who’s lived through a hard stretch knows this: there are seasons when you don’t narrate your life, you just live…

  • Angel on a Broomstick…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Angel on a Broomstick… Some days, I think the universe must be having a laugh, because if you’d told me years ago I’d become an angel on a broomstick, I’d have rolled my eyes and gone back to my tea. But here I am. Wings a little bent from turbulence, halo slightly dented, and broom…

  • 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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    Mae Faurel
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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 🧡

  • Chasing My Tail (and Maybe the Universe’s Too)…

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    Lately, I feel like I’m chasing my tail, round and round, trying to catch up on everything that somehow slipped through the cracks. You know the kind of days when you wake up full of good intentions, ready to take on the world… and then suddenly it’s 6 p.m., and all you’ve managed is to…

  • Strangers by DNA…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I was thinking about my family today, dangerous territory, I know, and I came to a rather startling conclusion: we’re just strangers who share the same DNA. Exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s funny how long it can take to admit something that’s been sitting in plain sight. You keep hoping one day the…

  • Darling, While They Sleep, We’re Out Here Counting Stars…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Are We Living in a Shift of Consciousness? Sometimes I look around at the pure ridiculousness of the world and think: Is this really happening? Politics, media, tech, money games, it’s like a giant circus. But behind the noise, I can’t help but wonder: are we going through a shift in consciousness? For those who…