UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: #Under The Will Over The Drama

  • 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,…

  • Colcannon, Cuddles, and Carry On…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What’s your go-to comfort food? I already mentioned this in another prompt, “What foods would you like to make?”. But comfort food deserves a second spotlight, especially when it tastes like home. Give me a bowl of shepherd’s pie with cheese melted on top, Irish stew slow-simmered to perfection, or a heap…

  • Is This What Healing Feels Like?…

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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…

  • Beyond the Board…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why? Who Needs Board Games When You’ve Got Family Drama? Honestly, I’ve never really had a favorite game. I didn’t grow up with board game nights or a console in the corner, and as the years went on, I guess life itself became the…

  • Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾

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    Ah yes, the smear campaign. Classic tactic of insecure mammals with too much time and not enough grace. There I was, curled up in the Otherworld, tail wrapped, third eye open, licking my metaphysical paw, when I caught wind of the latest nonsense. The Lady, bless her chaotic little soul, had finally found something resembling…

  • 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…

  • From Tacos to Tea – What Really Feeds Me…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Daily Prompt: What foods would you like to make? Well, now, that depends entirely on my mood and what’s lurking in the back of the fridge. I like all kinds of food, and I’ve picked up tastes from everywhere I’ve lived or wandered. My go-to will always be Mexican. I’ve spent so much time there,…

  • Cats: The Silent Bodyguards, Dogs: The Loud Life Coaches…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: Dogs or Cats? I have always been Team Cat. Since I was a kid, cats treated me like some kind of mystical VIP, appearing out of nowhere and offering their silent, judgmental protection. Honestly, I think they knew I needed their spiritual backup because, let’s face it, people were overrated. Dogs? They…

  • From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…

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    From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams, How Blogging Became My Unexpected Therapy.. It’s kind of funny when I look back at how this whole blog started. Honestly, if you’d told me years ago that a crudely planted sign right outside my door, courtesy of Bully, would be the thing to finally set my bottled-up…

  • Conversations with the Dead and Other Time Thieves…

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    Daily Writing prompt: Which activities make you lose track of time? Now that’s a good question! Though, as usual with me, there’s never a straight answer. 😂 It depends on the day, the mood, and what sort of nonsense the universe has decided to fling my way. Some days it’s overthinking, and before you know…