Mystical musings with a splash of irreverence. Lover of A Course in Miracles and storytelling. <br/><br/><a href="https://maureenmuldoon.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast">maureenmuldoon.substack.com</a>
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Mystical musings with a splash of irreverence. Lover of A Course in Miracles and storytelling. <br/><br/><a href="https://maureenmuldoon.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast">maureenmuldoon.substack.com</a>
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June 13, 2026
The Maiden Voyage
<p>Hi friends,</p><p>It’s been a minute.</p><p>I’ve been a little off my game, and honestly, there was a stretch where I wasn’t even on the field.</p><p>In early April, someone I love found themselves in a situation that sent me on a crazy quest through a system I had no map for, no mentors for, and only a sliver of faith that I would find my way through. If this were the Hero’s Journey, this chapter would be the Supreme Ordeal, that moment in the story where things look so bleak that you would put your money on the hero not making it.</p><p>Day after day, I felt like I was wrestling with a sticky Rubik’s Cube, trying to find the one shift, the one turn, the one move that would help solve the problem.</p><p>I know that’s vague, but it isn’t entirely my story to tell, so bear with me.</p><p>What I can tell you is that there were tears, fears, and prayers. There were moments when my faith felt thin. There were days when the weight of it all threatened to pull me into the fetal position on the bathroom floor.</p><p>And yet, in the darkest moments, I discovered something beautiful. I had a community that carried me. Friends who checked in. People who prayed. People who showed up. People who reminded me that I wasn’t alone when I couldn’t always remember it for myself. And as insane as it might sound, I was still creating, still writing, still playing the piano and singing. The combination of all of that gave me a bit of solid ground.</p><p>I know I am not the only one struggling these days. Sometimes it feels like the hits just keep coming. Life can feel relentless.</p><p>So thank you for sticking with me during what turned into an unexpected Substack sabbatical. The issue that took me out was, strangely, suddenly, and miraculously resolved, and someday I may even write a book about it.</p><p>The ordeal happened while life was in full session: a trip to New York, Ireland with Billie, back to Chicago to produce a couple of shows, and now, after a season that felt like it contained three years’ worth of living, I am finally back home on Madeline Island.</p><p>Keeping things simple. Finding my footing again. Playing piano, feeding hummingbirds, taking long solo walks with my weighted vest, working in the community garden, and singing. I’ll be performing a handful of gigs this summer.</p><p>It’s funny that the idea of singing a solo show of my original music would have once seemed impossible, too scary to imagine. But I guess after you face some real lions, the things that once seemed frightening somehow become the easy stuff.</p><p>I welcome it.</p><p></p><p>One other celebration, on June 8th, I celebrated 10 years of sobriety. This is my second ten; here’s to seeing what is beyond this milestone one day at a time. I am extremely grateful to live between the two big blue books of AA and ACIM. I don’t even want to imagine what a hot mess I would be without them. </p><p></p><p>Tomorrow at SpeakEasy, we continue The Maiden Voyage as we venture into the realm of the Muse. We’ll explore creativity, courage, possibility, and what it means to run toward the roar rather than away from it. Yep, I will be speaking from experience. </p><p>But this is all universal and relatable because we are all brought to our knees. We will all be asked to face fears.</p><p>There is a saying: Run toward the roar.</p><p>It sounds like crazy advice, but sometimes there is no other choice.</p><p>The Muse is not born when life is easy. She arrives when life knocks you flat on your back and leaves you wondering how you’re going to make it through another day. She looks down at you and says, “Look at you. You’re still breathing. Cool. Let’s go create something.” And if you are wise, you will follow her. </p><p>As long as you have breath, you can create something beautiful. You might think there is another choice. Trust me, there isn’t. At least not one worthy of your last breath.</p><p>When life roars, it could be your cue to just roar back. Or if you can’t muster a roar, try singing. </p><p>Hope to see you tomorrow for the full conversation. </p><p>Love, Maur</p><p><p>Love, Maur Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.</p></p><p></p><p>SpeakEasy Spiritual Community honors all paths and is anchored in the teachings of A Course in Miracles and the Divine Feminine. We meet virtually on Sunday at 10:30 am CT and feature a community conversation that invites us to speak easily about spiritual principles and practice. Please don’t leave your brains, beliefs, or background at the door. We don’t have all the answers, but we love the questions. Join us live at SpeakEasy Spiritual Community to add your voice to the conversation.</p><p>Love, Maur Substack is a reader-supported publication. Subscribe and gain access to our weekly Live Virtual Story Salon for writing accountability and support.</p><p>If you have thoughts to share, I would love to hear from you.</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2">maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe</a>
April 30, 2026
HOME
<p>I’m getting ready to wander from the known structures of time and responsibility, going off grid for a few days in the unscheduled flow of wanderlust. I am going to Ireland. </p><p>Headed there for my daughter Billie’s Maiden Voyage to the Motherland, this time I go with the passport of a native, the visa of one who has returned, clinging tight to the souvenir I have acquired from the adventure of chasing dual citizenship. This tiny booklet is a symbol that I have untangled the knots and restored the umbilical cord to my ancestors. I return with the shifty, shy gaze of a stepchild, or a long-lost relative, waving a notification from <strong>23andMe</strong>, “I belong to you, and I’m hoping someone will retrieve me from the bus stop.”</p><p>But of course, it’s not all that desperate and dire; we’ve rented a car, so we should be fine.</p><p>It’s interesting to go away to come home. And stranger still to be homesick for a place you’ve never lived. Am I programmed for melancholy, or is this an echo of generational healing?</p><p>I think of Ireland as my spiritual home; it holds a sense of sacred magic, like entering an old church. I find a calm settling, both mysterious and yet certain, not easily identifiable, and yet I know it by heart. And my body agrees, responding in a way that feels like stepping into the ocean, “Oh yes, hello, it’s you again.” And then there comes a baptism, a swell of ancient rites, ritual, and reverence, and suddenly I am home.</p><p>Of course, this shift does not need to be sought through pilgrimage; it can be found in a cup of tea, a chance encounter, a labyrinth, or a lover. Not so much something we go to, but rather an awakening, an awareness of what we come from.</p><p>This is not some stumbling into Grace, not a happy accident; we encounter awareness because we have made the space to remember that we are precious, sacred beings in need of rest, respite, and soul food. This is the truth that gets silenced by the screaming world.</p><p>And so my invite, my friend, is to find your way home. We were not built for the firehouse of stimuli. We are designed to go at the pace of peace, to listen to the rain, take the slow path, shoot the breeze, and surrender to the plan of fate and favor that is not our own. It can sound passive, but it is not. In the surrender, there is bristle and brilliance. Fresh learning invites us to the awe and reverence that this life deserves. This moment is so palpable, so all-encompassing, so restorative, like being held safe in the mother’s lap or the lover’s arms.</p><p>Your breath catches and expands,</p><p>Your voice softens. Your eyes begin to see again.</p><p>Clarity comes, striving goes, and a trust in an intelligence that provides all and</p><p>asks nothing begins to seem strangely trustworthy.</p><p>And you are home</p><p>I have witnessed this type of arrival happen day after day in our community, <a target="_blank" href="https://speakeasy.breezechms.com/form/f167855723891776">MiraclesLIVE365, </a>and no matter how many times I see it, it never gets old. It’s a constant loop of sunrises, each one more breathtaking than the last. Friends come carrying the weight of grief or grievance, struggling with an unseen splinter in their paws. And then we meet, tucking our chins, bowing our heads, and begin again to surrender the meaning and arrive at the moment.</p><p>It’s not always a sweet melting; sometimes it’s a street fight, to surrender to heal to forgive to return home. But we get there.</p><p>We cross the threshold, sometimes with just a breath, that takes us in, and the baggage, the burden, seems to be transformed, translated into something holy, or forgotten. It’s a miracle.</p><p>And like raindrops illuminate the spiderweb, we see the connection between us. The commonalities that help us to drop the facade and just be, another sacred drop on the web of life.</p><p>The soul returns, remembers, and responds to the radiant rhythm of breath and being. The body relaxes, and in the absence of proving and striving, we come home, again and again, to the journey without distance from the head to the heart.</p><p>What matters is not your place or position; what matters is your presence and your willingness to be present in the ever-flowing, shifting stream of life. I hope you find your way there, I hope you find you are here, I hope we all find our way home. </p><p><strong>Love, Maur</strong></p><p><strong>EVENTS</strong></p><p>Check out the talk in the header, and if you want more, click the link below to get the Zoom link and a reminder text. At SpeakEasy, easy is our last name.</p><p>I am thrilled about this Mother’s Day series and the awesome line-up of speakers! If you are looking to awaken your Voice, Value, and Visibility, this is for you.</p><p>SpeakEasy Spiritual Community honors all paths and is anchored in the teachings of A Course in Miracles and the Divine Feminine. We meet virtually on Sunday at 10:30 am CT and feature a community conversation that invites us to speak easily about spiritual principles and practice. Please don’t leave your brains, beliefs, or background at the door. We don’t have all the answers, but we love the questions. Join us live at SpeakEasy Spiritual Community to add your voice to the conversation.</p><p>Love, Maur Substack is a reader-supported publication. Subscribe and gain access to our weekly Live Virtual Story Salon for writing accountability and support.</p><p>If you have thoughts to share, I would love to hear from you.</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2">maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe</a>
April 22, 2026
Underneath It All
<p><strong>Underneath It All</strong></p><p>The Tower or the Altar: Build it up or lay it down.</p><p>A reflection on the Tower of Babel, the Binding of Isaac, and the shift from seeking to surrender.</p><p>What looks separate… isn’t.</p><p>In meditation, a forest revealed something simple and profound:trees may appear to stand alone, but beneath the surface they are connected—root to root, life to life, sustained by an unseen network.</p><p>this is us.</p><p>We move through the world as if we are separate—defining, comparing, protecting what is “mine.” But underneath it all, we are already joined. What we call separation is learned, practiced, reinforced.</p><p>In A Course in Miracles, this forgetting takes the form of special relationships—where we exclude, judge, and attempt to control. In contrast, holy relationships remind us that nothing real can be threatened, and no one is outside of love.</p><p>The story of the Tower of Babel is not just ancient—it is alive in us now. Every time we decide who belongs and who does not, every time we confuse righteousness with judgment, we add another brick to the tower. We build identities that separate us, even as we claim to be seeking God.</p><p>But there is another way.</p><p>In the story of the Binding of Isaac, we are invited into something quieter and more courageous: surrender. Not sacrifice, but trust. The willingness to release what we think we must hold onto in order to be okay.</p><p>Because what we are afraid to lose… has already become an idol.</p><p>And yet, when placed in God’s hands, nothing real is taken—only the fear dissolves.</p><p>This is the movement from tower to altar.From building to releasing.From fear to trust.</p><p>And as that shift happens, something else begins to fall away:the idea of “other.”</p><p>We no longer need to defend who we are, or exclude who someone else is. Difference is no longer a threat—it becomes an invitation to expand love beyond our comfort zone.</p><p>Lesson 263 offers a gentle correction:</p><p>“My holy vision sees all things as pure.”</p><p>Not because the world has changed, but because we are willing to see differently.</p><p>So the question becomes:What are we building?And what are we willing to lay down?</p><p>Because the way home is not something we construct—it is something we remember.</p><p>Underneath it all…we are already one.</p><p><strong>Key Takeaways:</strong></p><p> Separation is learned, not real</p><p> Striving builds walls; surrender reveals connection</p><p> What we fear losing often becomes an idol</p><p> Love expands when we release the idea of “other”</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2">maureenmuldoon.substack.com/subscribe</a>
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