UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

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  • Dusting Off My Soul…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The other day, I found this business card in a small bag of crystals someone had gifted me. Thank you, Noreen. It has had me thinking about it ever since! Dusting Off My Soul It doesn’t happen all at once. There’s no big bang, no choir of angels, no switch flipped. Just this quiet moment,…

  • Is This What Healing Feels Like?…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’ve noticed something lately. A quiet shift. I don’t write about Bully as much anymore. Not because I’ve suddenly forgiven or forgotten, and not because justice somehow found its way to my door. Nothing external has changed. But I have. A little. The Bully posts used to pour out of me like water from a…

  • Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾

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    Mae Faurel
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    Ah yes, the smear campaign. Classic tactic of insecure mammals with too much time and not enough grace. There I was, curled up in the Otherworld, tail wrapped, third eye open, licking my metaphysical paw, when I caught wind of the latest nonsense. The Lady, bless her chaotic little soul, had finally found something resembling…

  • Empty Fridges, Full Grudges, and Other Nonsense…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Writing Prompt: What bothers you and why? And before I started making a list, the length of the Shannon, I took a deep breath… Because when I sat with this morning, the first thing that popped into my head was people who put empty boxes back in the fridge. Then I laughed, because of…

  • Episode 93 – The Crooked Tap and Other Tales of Bully’s DIY Horror Show…

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    Mae Faurel
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    You know, it’s funny what you notice when the noise dies down. I was standing in my kitchen earlier, looking at this crooked old tap, or faucet, for those of you not blessed to be Irish, and watching it drip, drip, drip like some kind of passive-aggressive reminder of the years gone by. That tap…

  • Early Birds, Old Dogs, and Murphy’s Law….

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Writing Prompt: What time do you go to bed and wake up currently? When do I go to bed and wake up? Well, like most things in my life, it depends. I always wake up to the sound of birds singing in summertime. There’s something about that early chorus that pulls me out of…

  • Excited, Against the Odds…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Writing Prompt: What are you most excited about for the future? You know what? I’ve been thinking about this one. And it’s funny, because the other day I was asked what I’m most worried about, and the list was long enough to circle the block twice. But excitement? That feels different. That’s something quieter,…

  • The Future’s None of My Business…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Writing Prompt: What are you most worried about for the future? What am I most worried about for the future? Well, if I’m being completely honest, quite a few things. The state of the world, the people in it, the way truth seems to be something you have to dig for these days. Wars,…

  • Second-Hand Treasures and Bee-Friendly Beds…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Prompt: Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle? Good question. And if I’m honest, yes, though I’d never claim to be perfect at it. I’m not one of those zero-waste gurus weaving my own toilet paper from nettles, but I do what I can in my own…

  • When It Unbalances You…

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    Mae Faurel
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    You know what frustrates me the most?It’s not the drive-ins.It’s not the spying.It’s not the quiet little power plays people pretend don’t exist. It’s how it makes me feel.How it seeps under my skin, unbalances me, and steals my peace. How I can be pulling weeds, minding my own business, or sipping a cup of…