UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: #Under The Will Over The Drama

  • 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…

  • 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 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…

  • 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…

  • Lessons from an Ornery Old Blind Man…

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    Life Lessons from a Blind Old Dog… I’m sitting here with Heff, the ornery old blind man himself. Fifteen years on this earth, and he’s still teaching me things I never thought I’d learn. You see, Heff wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, he was my shadow, following me everywhere, full of attitude…

  • 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…