Lu Unfiltered

Category: Connection

  • 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…

  • The luxury of time

    I wassurprised, to findthis… Hidinginside a tent flap,by a river, whileholding anactual book. I lingered, feelingthe minutesdrag by.The gentlebuzzing ofrandom flyinginsects, thedeliciousnessof yet anothercup of coffee.My bare feet,toes wriggling… I just was.There,in those moments,filled withnothingnotable, yet sogloriously memorable.Rush wasmissing, anda languid easespreadeverywhere… Slow walks.Noticing clouds.Wind in trees.Water flowing backwardsas the sun played with and confusedour…

  • Tell me

    where yourstrong groundis.How youmade it so.And how manylifetimesit tookto construct.Who arethe peoplewho surroundand supportyou there?How DIDyou findthem? For wegrow, fromhumble beginnings.And imperfectfoundations causehavocover time.Yet weall hold thecapacity torevisit thesestarting places.To heal,and strengthen,and replenishuntil overflowinglyfull. So what are YOUbuilding onthe strongfoundation ofyour own construction?What does thatbeautiful skyscraperhold?And whatwill you leavebehindto nurturethis world? ~Lu

  • Dear One

    I lovethe tendernessthat is you.Your early morningslow fuzziness,awakening andnot quite readyto seize the day. I love the paradoxof your exuberant, almostblustery gambler.The chattiness of yournerd as hetalks to hisfavourite friend, me. I love thatI know that Icanprotect you,yet yours isthe solace I seek.Your carethe blanketthatstaves offthe chill ofeveryday living. You areindeedsomuch morethan Ihad hoped,and evenlonged…

  • Dear Friend

    I wishyouthe luxury oftime.Unlimited. For you toloiter, andbask in theglorious glowof rushlessness.Seeping deeplyintothe things,that aren’t reallythings. Those things thatreally matter. And sleep.That deliciousness, weoften disregardas “busy adults”.And long, lazy afternoonsnodding inand out, of consciousness. These arethe precious thingsI wish foryou. Todayand always. ~Lu

  • Early Days

    and dopaminehighs,yet wepersist. Things changeshape and therhythm ofour sharedlife changesgears. Yet herewe are.Content,smittenand temptingfate as sheholds herblood staineddouble-edged sword. When willshe comefor us my love?Time willtell. Yet perhapsthis time,she’s on our side?For shehas seen thepaths wetravelled toget tothis placeof respiteand comfort.This placeof everydaybliss,and perhaps,just perhapsshe has biggerfish to fry,than us. I look atyou in marvel,your…

  • When

    they leave,they take a pieceof us withthem.To a placewhere itcan neverbe retrieved from. When theyleave,words arepointless aswe stand byhelplessly,steeped inunbearable pain. When they leave,we tellourselvesstories of neverever lovinganother dog. Everagain. When theyleave, wefeel shameat having letthem go, whilebeing brave forprotecting themfrom furthermisery. When theyleave, weblame ourselvesfor all theshould havesand could haves. When theyleave, wejust miss…

  • Husbands

    can be awkward.And ifyou’re aZaza, youget to useupmore thanone. Preferablynot atthe sametime. Hmm. I’mnot surewhat normalfolks do.I meanwith husbands.They seemquite dangerousin thewild.To be tamedwith care,good foodand man cavesperhaps? I’m notsure, see.I’ve had onethat I couldn’tkeep.And therelief inthat statementis palpable.Yet,I cravethe closenessof beingsomeone’sfirst choice.And to havethatbadge ofhonour, closeto my heart. Writing thisisexceedinglyuncomfortable,forin the wordsof Cher:I ama…

  • My love

    is green, like moss. Its luxury seeping inbetween your toes. An unexpected comfort in a time of need. My love  is rosegold. Like the early morning light lapping at the mountain. Full of optimism, and joy, its cloak of promise covering distance as far as the  eye can see. My love is blue. Like a…