UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: love

  • 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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    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…

  • Frass Out Loud – A Rant…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass Speaks: The World’s Gone Wobbly and I’m Not Having It… Well now. I’ve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the view’s clear, the tea’s hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the world’s gone wobbly. It’s like someone pulled the…

  • 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,…

  • The Great Re-Connection…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Prompt: What would you change about modern society? Now this is a tough one. Because let’s be honest, there’s plenty I’d like to change. But if I had to strip it all back, I think the biggest thing is the disconnection. We’ve disconnected from the land, from each other, from the truth… and maybe…

  • Where Did We Go?…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Has Happened to Humanity? Sometimes I just sit and wonder… what the hell happened to us? We were once tribal, weren’t we? Rooted in the land, in each other. We lived by firelight and instinct. We shared food, stories, and silence. We knew how to sit with things, pain, joy, and mystery. Now? Most…

  • 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…

  • When the Smear Campaign Failed (And I Didn’t Even Know)…

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    After my dad died, I was hanging on by a thread. Between the grief and the shock of how things unfolded, land gone, will rewritten, loyalty shattered, I was mostly just floating. Not moving forward, not falling apart. Just… drifting. Then came the charity shop. I had popped in looking for old canvases for my…