Category: Appreciation
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Post 100
Dear Reader, thank you for dipping in here with me. This water has helped quench my soul. Sometimes tiny droplets, often raging oceans, and everything in between. Thank you, for participating here, ingesting delicate sips or guzzling gigantic bucketfuls, despite the consequences. So jump aboard, and let’s continue paddling through the next 100 pauses on…
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Is it beautiful
where you are? Have you built a life that feeds your soul and spirit? Is there music, and laughter, and kind words? Is there time to exhale and relax and just be? Is there great food, and parties, and fun? Is there birdsong, and moody clouds, and rainy duvet days? Is there good chocolate, and…
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I had to pee by myself, and other atrocities
Isn’t it funny how you can only really miss someone, once they are not there? Only, it’s not funny at all! These random happiness gaps that special people leave in your life, albeit temporarily, can be super inconvenient at best, and quite devastating at worst. So today, know that there is a you-shaped hole in…
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We are
built for kinship, for connection. To be with good people, who get us. And people who have seen us live, and love us anyway. People who share the same thread we do. Who have seen similar demons, and have tried to hide under the same beds. They are us, and we are them. And there…
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The proof
Dear One, is in the doing. There’s lots to be said for research, and reading what others have done. There’s also being strategic, and plotting and defining large structures and entire campaigns before doing any of the well, actual doing. Remember: experiments work. As does changing course mid-stream based on data, experience and feedback, once…
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Do you
have a list? Of the things you like, love and adore. And also of the things that aren’t things. List making can be cathartic, it can also be revealing and scary. It does bring a certain order to the world, though. For there’s profound beauty in naming stuff well. So today, spend a little time…
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She is
the gun at a knife fight. Japanese whiskey, on the rocks, with slices of ginger and lime. Your secret anime hidden in a history book, Joan Jet and Joy Division, colliding. Soft doe eyes, wearing a black leather harness and stiletto fuck-off boots. She’s gentle spring rain, on a field near Chernobyl. She is the…
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Secretly
I love it when you tell me what to do. Me, a grown woman with a house, and a bond, and a dog, and a serious job. Why is this? And how can it be so? It’s all in the telling, or rather, the place that the telling is from. It’s a place of deep…
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So you
surprised me today, and in a very good way. And I realised that this very pattern is likely to repeat itself for as long as we both shall live. Your magic unlikely to dim, your tender heart pure. And again I stand in awe of the wonder of you. ~Lu
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The Morrigan
rises for each of us. Her wings spread wide, shiny black, her purpose clear. She is here for the end. The final battle to be won, by her, as she takes that precious thing that most fear. She is indeed here for you, and more specifically, your one precious life. So look out for her,…