UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: writing

  • 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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    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…

  • Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾

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    Mae Faurel
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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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    Mae Faurel
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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 Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…

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    Mae Faurel
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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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    Mae Faurel
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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…

  • Hindsight is the Foresight of a Gobshite…

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    You ever notice how some people are absolute experts on your life after the fact? You could be standing in the smouldering ruins of a disaster of epic proportions, be it a relationship, a job, a family feud, or one of those “Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time” moments, and there’s…