UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Life

  • The Milk I Didn’t Expect to Carry…

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    Was I Meant to Be There? Yesterday started like any ordinary Saturday on a long bank holiday weekend in Ireland. The charity shop closed early, and I stopped at the petrol station for milk. Simple, right? I’ve known the lady behind the counter for a few years. We usually share a quick laugh or some…

  • Spooned a Program, Swallowed a Question Mark…

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    Hmm… where do I even begin? I’m curious about everything. The state of the world? The real reason we’re here? Why are we born into families that trigger us like a faulty alarm system? And why, after all that, are we expected to pay bills and clap politely at weddings? I wonder… is this really…

  • Whispers from Another Century..

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    Missing a Time I Never Lived In… There’s a word for it, anemoia: nostalgia for an era you never experienced. A strange ache for something just out of reach. Not a memory, not exactly a dream… more like a whisper from somewhere just beyond the veil. For me, it often arrives in moments like the…

  • Episode 98- Meter Men and Other Middle-Aged Power Fantasies…

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    Well well well… guess who was here again today? Yes. Himself. The Lord of the Faurel Hill. The High Priest of Poles and Wires. The man who reads a meter like it’s a sacred rite, and always, always, leaves the flap open just enough to say: “I was here.” Every single time. Only when I’m…

  • Soft Deeds, Strong Roots…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’d like to think I’m as kind as possible, not in the showy way, but in the ordinary moments that present themselves when you’re paying attention. I don’t go around planning acts of kindness. It’s more like… when something feels right, I do it. Sometimes I’ll buy a lotto scratch ticket for the cashier at…

  • The Me You Can’t See…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Writing Prompt: How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? Funny how this prompt feels like déjà vu, just a different spin on the one from a few days ago: How would you describe yourself to someone? Since we’re on WordPress and mostly connect through words and screens anyway, I guess…

  • Traditions I Didn’t Keep (and Some I Quietly Did)…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What traditions have you not kept that your parents had? At first, I thought, none! I haven’t let go of any traditions. I’m a keeper of the old flame, aren’t I? But the more I sat with it, the more that answer started to shift. Maybe it’s not about all traditions. Maybe…

  • Why Does Life Feel Like a Never-Ending Sh*tshow?…

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    So, I’m chatting to someone today, and they hit me with this gem:“How come we have so much sh*t going on in our lives?” And honestly, it stopped me in my tracks. Because… why? Why do some people seem to glide through life like swans on a lake, while the rest of us are paddling…

  • Episode 96 – The Trojan Horse Tactic…

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    The Trojan Horse Tactic: When Family Becomes a Weapon… So, I’m sitting here with my cup of tea, minding my own business, when I stumble across a newspaper article that nearly knocks me off my chair. There it is in black and white: Bully Junior asked the judge for permission to relocate… to my county.…

  • Dusting Off My Soul…

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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,…