UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Life

  • Under the Will… Over the Tea ☕

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    Two Mugs and a Bit of Peace… Yesterday I sat at my kitchen table with a proper mug of tea, not one of those delicate cups you have to pinch with your fingers and drink like you’re in Downton Abbey, a real, weighty mug you can wrap your hands around. It struck me that the…

  • Sir Percival Ponders…

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    Sir Percival Ponders: Paw-litics, Plandemics & the Purr-suit of Truth… By Sir Percival, Tomcat of Truth, Archduke of the Afterlife. Well well well… she’s been thinking again. Always dangerous when a woman starts seeing past the curtain, isn’t it? I’ve been watching from the Great Beyond, curled up on my celestial windowsill, tail twitching in…

  • Where the Sky Remembers Me..

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    It’s a life far from the noise and nonsense of this one. Here, creativity isn’t just something you do; it’s the heartbeat of everything. Stories aren’t just told; they glow, shimmer, and come alive in colors and light. Every sunrise? A fresh story waiting to be lived, a new adventure knocking at the door, a…

  • Waking Up in a World Asleep…

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    by Mae Faurel. So I’m sitting here thinking about life. Not in some overly profound, incense-burning, yoga-on-a-mountain kind of way, just… quietly. Noticing how my thinking has shifted over the years. I guess I’ve always questioned things, even as a child. But that got me labeled difficult. Too curious. Too sharp. Too sensitive. “Why do…

  • Why We Only Get 12 Months….

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    Why We Only Get 12 Months, and Why That Might Be the Problem… You know what’s mad? As soon as July slips off the calendar, I feel a coldness creep in. Not just in the air, but somewhere deeper. Like something’s pulling away. The light goes a little thinner. The evenings arrive too early. And…

  • Fair Play to Finnegan…

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    Fair Play to Finnegan – Not All Heroes Wear Capes, Some Carry Spanners!… You know the saying, “blood is thicker than water”? Well, in Ireland, I’m starting to think tea is thicker than both, because when you’ve someone like Finnegan in your corner, who needs family drama? I grew up with Finnegan. He’s a few…

  • Happiness in Small, Weird, Glorious Doses…

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    Confession: I Actually Took the Time to Think about Writing This List… I know, I know… who does that?While the world burns and emails pile up, here I am, calmly listing 30 things that make me smile like an old Jack Russell in the sun.It started off as a joke. Then it got weirdly sincere.Next…

  • Granny Frass – The Milk Was Just the Excuse…

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    Messages From Beyond: The Milk Was Just the Excuse… So, you think you went to the shop for milk? Ha! Granny Frass says: “God doesn’t send you out for groceries, love. He sends you out to do His Errands.” That milk was nothing but a decoy. The real mission? To stand there, boots on the…

  • Emotional Tesco Express…

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    More Milk, More Messages (Apparently I’m the Drop-Off Point Now)… Earlier today, I wrote about the milk I didn’t expect to carry, handed to me by a woman at the petrol station who poured out her heart like it had been bottled up for years. I walked away holding more than a story. I was…

  • The Quiet That Saved Me…

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    It is funny how the word habit often gets a bad rap. We tend to think of it as something dull or mechanical, brushing teeth, checking emails, biting your nails. Something we do without thinking. But habits are much more than unconscious repetition. They’re patterns we carve into our days, grooves in time, and, over…