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About PS MacMurray

Paschal'Simon MacMurray, the scribe, specializes in providing a no nonsense Facebook and Blog presence for small business owners who want quality without breaking the bank. PS MacMurray, the artisan, creates art on a whim using fabric, paper, beads, twine and wire.

Belonging

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“I want to work for you.” My exact words to the store manager in a Friday morning email, July 2021.

I felt drawn, nudged by some unseen friendly hand to reach out and reclaim my cozy workplace in a Vermont country store. I know where I fit. I know where I belong. I know where I thrive. I know what I love. I have always known, and this had called to me throughout the years, whispering, “Come back to your simple life.”

This, after so many career paths. All sustained me well. All suited me for a time. All thought me so much. Only but a few filled my cup.

What I found exceeds all expectations. I found growth. I found a safe place where I am ready and allowed to shed the behaviors and fears that had kept me shackled in a world of darkness, frowning and mistrust. I have crossed to other dimensions many times before but this time I take with me the willingness to do things differently. I have found the perfect home and family for this. My workplace is my playground and my fertile ground for growing up and joy.

I am grateful beyond words.

Abundance is Assured

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Money always shows up exactly as needed, and exactly when needed. My work sustains me well always. And then there are the surprises: sales from the galleries when I had all but forgotten about that; unexpected tax refunds; overtime I worked not even thinking about the pay.

“Quand il n’y en aura plus, il y en aura encore,” mom loved to say (when there is no more left, there will still be some). Her faith in abundance and security defied logic. And yet, she trusted, she dared to spend and lavish us with gifts, necessities and luxurious vacations. She dared to provide and give as though there were no other option for her; no other truth. “Quand il n’y en aura plus, il y en aura encore.” There must be a good reason I remember those words.