UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: mindfulness

  • When Gratitude Has to Fight Dirty…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’d like to say gratitude, and honestly, most days, that’s the truth. I can be in the middle of washing dishes, and suddenly I’m grateful for the smell of fresh bread drifting from the oven, or for a friend’s child laughing so hard they hiccup. Gratitude’s like that, it sneaks up on you in the…

  • Bully’s Lost in Space, and I’m at Peace…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Brings Me Peace? Peace is not a scented candle, a yoga mat, or the sound of gentle rain, though all those are nice in theory, until the cat knocks over the candle, the yoga mat curls itself into a trip hazard, and the rain turns into an Irish downpour that soaks you from the…

  • The Quiet That Saved Me…

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    Mae Faurel
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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…

  • 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…

  • A Little Gratitude… and a Lot of Truth…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’ve been told I should be grateful. And I am. Grateful for the roof over my head, for the days I managed to laugh when there wasn’t anything funny about it.I’m grateful for the friends who showed up, the few family members who stayed solid, and for the unexpected kindness of strangers when I needed…

  • Granny Frass, Sage, and the Sacred Turf Shed…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, would ya look at you, walking round the house with sage in one hand, a crystal stuffed down your bra, and chatting away to the Almighty like He’s your next-door neighbor. Fair play to ya, pet. Fair play. That’s the kind of spirituality I can get behind. None of your stiff-collared sermons or…

  • The Wondrous World of Spiritual Beliefs..

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Wondrous World of Spiritual Beliefs: A Sarcastic Exploration Welcome to the Cosmic Coffee Shop Pull up a chair, dear reader. Grab your herbal tea, adjust your crystals, and maybe light a lavender-scented candle – because we’re about to take a meandering, mildly inappropriate, and completely unrequested journey through the strange and sparkly world of…

  • Trusting Your Inner Compass…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Trusting Your Inner Compass: How I Learned to Follow My Gut… From the moment I was a child, I never quite fit the mold. I was the kid asking too many questions, poking at the edges of what was ‘acceptable,’ and generally making everyone – including our parish priest a bit uncomfortable. But beneath all…