Lu Unfiltered

Category: Appreciation

  • The light

    dancesin through the meshtent windows. Birdsong, all around.Trees. Frogsin the distance. I hear no other humans.It’s justus here,in this green cocoon.Away from the world. Or rather, in theworld. The realworld that matters.Where you have mudon your feet and sitidly sipping yourcoffee. Where yourhammock swaysgently in the breeze,and you read youreven terriblebook. Foldedin your hands. Nothing…

  • I look

    atyouin wonder.Mane ofglossy darkhair. Wild, freeand yet,alsopolishedand well puttogether. A ready smile.Yet it’s deep,and knowing, andit has beento places andseen thingsthat most humansnever will. There’s compassionin there too,wrapped in yourgregarious nature.And yet,there’s alsoa titanium-cladspine, ruthlessdetermination. Writing thisnow, I realisethat I may havejust metmy very first,real-life Paladin. A championof justice, virtueand righteousness. And thatenergy, isnot to…

  • It is often

    impliedthat the realbrains of theoperation, isin fact Batman. Yet today, especially,I will object.For if youareluckyenough to havea Robin inyour life, youhave truly arrived. A person of character,of grit. One to faceand succeedstorms with. One to laugh andcoffee with.One to listen to,and be awed by. Onewho has prosperedand grown over decadesofconsistent effort… This is wherethe magic…

  • Tell me

    Dear One, when wasthe last timethat you lostyourself in play.In the fun of thedoing, withoutthe tracking and measurementand should-do-betters? I would loveto know, because Ialready know thatthisis the keyto flooding yourprecious lifewith joy. Play.Do something purelyfor the fun of it.Be there – in thosemoments, fully emergedin the thing thatmakes your heart ofso happy and yourspiritslight.…

  • Luckily

    great reminders,fromthe universe, comein manyfine forms. Like themessage froma friend, notingthat your currentstate really isa significantly betterchoice thanits exactopposite. Which seemsobvious at firstglance, yetis somethingthat youmayhave completelyoverlookedduringyour ownrumination. And thisone sentenceliterallyisthe crackin everything,which ishow the lightgetsin. Thank you, dear one.You knowexactlywho you are. ~Lu

  • And there

    you are.Bright andshinyfor the worldto see.A menschto beappreciated,admired,and bya lucky few,loved. Trophies enoughthere aren’t,to commendyour character,gentle nature,hidden behindbluster, of course,and tenacity. I’m oftensurprised byyour deepdetermination.Your doggedcan do, and yourzest in doingso, inpushingthrough. There’s much, Iwish tolearnfrom you.To grasp thegift, ofyour coaching,your keeneye,your subtlenudging. You expectmuch, of me, inthe applyingof myself. Andunderthis scrutinyIflourish,mostly, foryour gift isin…

  • Whoever said

    that wehadto beserious allthe time?No smiling,just focus.Adultingto the max. Feck! How drearythese pretendsophisticationdays are,in my life.They suckpiles!And thatcrazy, sullengirlinside mewhingesnear constantly… This is nowayto live.Where thereisnojoy, there isnomeaning. There, I saidit,for it reallyisso. Play, in all itsglorious forms,isessential,to everydayhappiness. ~Lu

  • She is

    a moment,of pure oxygen.Lighteningin a bottle.A shootingstar, anaurora. Be be lookedupon,by her,is to be trulyseen. Somepeople are“just” likethis. They inspire.They see and fanyour spark.They fillan entire banquetofcups.To overflowing. So today,let’s celebratethese amazingcreatures.Circe, Lakshmi,Freyja, andthe girl nextdoor. ~Lu

  • Today

    is a gooddayto die.I unashamedly lovethese wisewords, froma people ina land far away,spoken along timeago. It resonates and rattlessomethingdeepinsidemy bones.The necessityto remember, thatwe aremorethan “just”the here and now.We are crafted and constructed,filled to thebrim,with history,and connectedness. Yet weare also destinedto build outthe lives thatwe want, andtouch the livesof thosedear to us. I want a lifewhere…

  • A fireside chat, for J

    There isa fireinsideher.Beyond theexco notes,and school drop-offs.The sensible sandals,and theyogalatesstretches. It findsher. In thewide openspaces, sheseeks.The dancingflames,licking, hintingatthat lifeless ordinary. The wild, untamed.The warrior,that is her. Embers leftfor dead,inside herheart… Yearningfor thestiring ofair. A twigto snap, a bravepoker-holder tomake his way closer… Yet still,the fire burns…Lapping atthe wetness ofher cheeks,the bow ofher back. Theheaviness,which can…