Lu Unfiltered

Category: Appreciation

  • Sustenance

    where do youfind yours,in this oneprecious life?Do you have sometucked away inthe soft warmrubs of yourdog’s tummy?The lazy smile ofyour lover?The smell of yourmorning coffee,and that tiny mouthwateringmoment beforethe first sip? Have you made spacefor it on yourbookshelf? Orperhaps betweenthe pages of yourfavourite books?In the gentle kindnessof dear friendsperhaps?Or in thoseawe inspiring momentsin nature, when…

  • Everyone really

    does needa Hugoin their life. That voice,often finding youdeepinthe wilderness,guiding you backto the bestpossible reality.The unashamedobserver ofyour trueand ultimatesparkle. The giverof the most gloriousfree gifts…Like kindness,and time.A cozinessthat is bothcomfortingand turn-on levelmanliness. Grown menwith poodles,really shouldrule the world.And don’t justtake myword for it.Find theright Hugofor your ownlife…and watch as themagic unfolds. ~Lu

  • What are

    the dreamshiding tounlockyour beautiful life?Your lifeof purpose,of fun, and beingfully you? Where are they?Check the drawersand cupboards ofyour heart andsoul. Shake off the dust covers,and fold themaway.Roll up that Persian carpetcovering the trapdoorto the silly things,yep, that aren’t things,that you want toadd to your life. Because, well,you want to.Something inside youcalls to them.Have you numbed…

  • So this is

    what itfeels liketo be loved.To be wanted.To be trulyseen,appreciated,and savoured. Beauty isindeedin the eye of thebeholder, andthere’s a lotto be said to bein the sightsof a soft, generouseye. Love isinteresting.And being lovedeven moreso.It’s notwhat I thoughtit was going to be.There’s more teeth,and more softness.There’s variety,and wild abandon,and trust.And stillness,and eyegazing,and wonder. It’s the everydayness ofa…

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…

  • She is

    at first glancea smallish browndog.Kinda arb looking,happy.Tail tipped white.Lineage largelyspeculative,politely referred toasa mixed breed. Yet to experienceher,is to truly live.Joy aboundsas she terrorisesus early morning:“Wanna play, or what?” My constant shadowon work fromhome days:“Are you going to eat that? I can help you out right now!”I smile at herpolite sit,perfectly poisedand readyfor any andall adventure.…

  • The beauty

    is inthe actualliving.It’s in the gritand also the grace.It’s in theshowing up,the failing.The disappointment,and even theheartache. It’s in theI-should-have-known-bettersand theactually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.It’s in the moment,the present.That gift of fullemersioninto a single breath,a single instant,a piece of realness,some may even call it heaven.When everythingelsefalls away.And you are“just” there.In the very fullest of yourbeing. That’s it.That’s where the beautyliesstill,waiting,watching,hopingfor…

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…

  • Hope

    is nota strategy.Really?It’s the spun titaniumthreadthat keeps usfrom dropping toour deathsin the deep, darknessof the abyss.For the loss ofhopeis trulydismal.Thereliterally is nopoint.To anything,or anyone. And yes,In my own life,I often forgetto nurture thisdelicate beast.Insteadplodding forwardlike an ogre seekinga rare gem,feet pounding,hands clutching,in the dark.The lack of illuminatinghope, keelhaulingwhat littlemomentum,I thoughtI’d achieved. So today’sanother script flip.I’m…