Category: Connection
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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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And tonight
he dreams and speaks in a language I don’t understand. I startle awake. Uncomfortable vulnerability flooding in. I already care too much about this man. My vested interest in his future and what makes his eyes twinkle with delight, being severe. I’m completely naked, and it scares me. My old pattern is to run away…
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It was the mention
of aftercare practices that finally does my head in. Practices so tender and even heartwrenching, that I’d just experienced for the first time, lapping them up unashamedly, only to fall back to earth hard and fast; unsteady, disorientated, sad. These were not our special things, contrary to what my naive, trusting heart had been telling…
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The only thing
wrong with that dress is that it’s not crumpled into a pile next to my bed. Every woman glows up beautifully under the keen eye of an eager admirer. And in that lies the rub, for not every admirer is upstanding and not every glorious woman’s heart has been sufficiently fed in her lifetime. So…
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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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I found
it, there this morning: my is-ness. It was there, in the quiet so loud, it thrummed my ears. It was there, in the air, so thick and lush, it stuck in my throat. It was there, in the happy wiggle butss of my dogs, the satisfying crunch of my shoes on the stoned ground. It…
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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