UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Life

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

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    Mae Faurel
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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…

  • Maybe I Can’t…

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    Mae Faurel
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    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…

  • No Room in My Head for Rent-Free Tenants…

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    Mae Faurel
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    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:…

  • 9,000 Kilometers and No Barry’s in Sight…

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    Mae Faurel
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    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…

  • Granny Frass on Bully and His Prepay Madness…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Prepay King and the Shrinking Soul… Ah, so Bully’s at it again, splitting the house electricity from the farm like he’s some kind of almighty planner. As if you can lop off a branch of a tree and the tree won’t know. A farm isn’t a jigsaw puzzle, Mae, it’s blood, sweat, and the…

  • The Leap from “What If” to “What’s Next”…

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    Mae Faurel
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    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…

  • From Heff to Heaven: What Brings a Tear of Joy…

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    Mae Faurel
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    For me, it’s those quiet, unexpected moments that catch me off guard. The sight of an old friend’s laugh lines deepening with genuine happiness. A tiny bird bravely building a nest on my windowsill, oblivious to my staring. Or a message from someone I love, simple and unpolished, that hits me right in the heart.…

  • The Cage They Call Normal…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Look around you, And ask yourself: Are you living, Or are you just part of their system? Do you ever stop and think about the governments of the world? Honestly, do they really have our best interests at heart? Because from where I’m standing, all I see is a system built to tax us, poison…

  • Gravity or Just Hot Air?

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    Mae Faurel
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    You know, the more I sit and think about it, the more I realize nearly everything we’ve been told is a lie. School books, government advice, news headlines, all served up neat and tidy so we swallow it without a blink. But once you open your mind and actually look, things start to fall apart…