UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Peace

  • The Day a Butterfly Went Bargain Hunting…

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Butterflies Walk Through the Door… I was in the charity shop yesterday, doing my usual, folding, tidying, chatting away, when a butterfly just floated in through the door. Not in a hurry, not panicking like some stray wasp… no, this one was gliding like it owned the place. Last year, I saw none. Not…

  • 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…