Category: Connection
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Flourish
Abundance.These words feellush, rich,thick and heavyin my mouth. They take up space,they expand,they are intricatelyembellished,they are steepedin flourishes. Thisis the typeof lifeI am encouragedto build,and what I’dlike tochampionyou to do too. And yes,I do understandthat it is notmy place to beprescriptive.That is notmy intentionwith regardsto you. My intention foryou is a lifeembellished with thetapestry ofdeep…
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I am
looking for someone to collude with. And knowing my ferocious appetites, this is most likely to be an entire army, rather than one poor sod. Also, we’re talking colluding, in the sense of its purer, Latin root: to play together. Now that’s what I’m after. And yes, I know that the English had a go…
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A mother’s love and other dangerous situations
She flashes a determined gaze and I realise way too late, that I am very much on the wrong side of the law. This strong, capable and collected woman will not bat en eye while a certain bad boy bleeds to death at the feet of her precious daughter. And while many daughters are, in…
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The luxury
of small rituals cannot be overstated for it is indeed truly glorious. The preparation and serving of a meal to dear friends. The crafting of a single perfect cup of coffee. The lighting and contemplation of a candle. Prayer. These are some of the simple patterns that add texture to my life. Tell me about…
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There’s a gentleness
when you hold me. A soft, almost anticipation in your eyes. Our breath syncs, and I cannot distinguish my heartbeat from yours. My cheeks are wet, as strong emotion escapes my body. So this is what it feels like to truly live. This simple magnificent pleasure, of being fully seen, and wanted. ~Lu
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Friends
New ones, old ones, related by blood ones, separated by distance ones, down the road ones, and dare I say “work ones”. All of them great ones. I may not have hundreds, yet the two handful count ones I do have, are literally worth their combined weight in gold. Every single one. So what makes…
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Paddling without a lifejacket and other unmentionables
There’s a certain beauty in the rhythmic, hypnotic sway of their arms, as they rapidly pass, water so still the paddles cut clean through. Apparently they lead with their elbows. Something a novice like me, cannot see. What I can do though, is feel. Feel what it’s like to be truly in my own body.…
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Today
I’m struck again by the joy of simple things. A great conversation with a new friend. A lazy stroll with someone you love. A sharp old-fashioned pencil. Solid, crisp paper. Freshly laundered bedding. The smell of coffee brewing. A random call from a dear friend. Kindness. Connection. Gratitude. The appreciation of these things is easily…
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No mud
no lotus. Looking at you I see right into your soul, your humanness, your things that you wished you hadn’t done. And I love you. I open my bad shit cupboard and I show you: my weakness, my stumble, my falling off a cliff, your hand strokes my belly, a part of me that you…
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What would
this look like if it were easy? Shocking thought, right? Everything worth having, doing, and experiencing, should be difficult, cumbersome, and hard, or preferably a combination of all three. Right? Hmm, wrong. What if our past imprinting and our penchant for risk aversion and mitigation was, in fact, what was wrong? We train our brains…