Lu Unfiltered

Category: Contemplation

  • Uncertainty

    really is everywhere.Will that dreadedthingever happen?And when?And what willhappen then? Andwill I ever beok again?And what willpeople think.And will Ieven cope, andbe able toshow myface. For Imay fail.I may tryand stumble.I may be overestimatingmy own greatnessby the truckload.Yet: how willI know?Unless I diveoff this bridge, knowingthat I’m notpacking aparachute? The answer reallyis simple.I’ll only know,…

  • For Chris

    I trustthat the wavesof yournew life arebeing kind.And thatyour curiosityis finding asoft landing withkindred spiritsin thisnew chapter. Our environmentsdo reinvent us,perhaps subtlyat first, yet overtime theyhelpunlock a newsense of whowe are, andcan grow into. This is my wishfor you: the additionof colour to yourfull-cream living. Newadventuresand pathways. Theunlocking, anddusting offof marvelousbitsof yourself, thatmay have slippedbehindthe…

  • I write

    because I can. The ultimateluxury and perhaps evenself-indulgence.I write because I hope that my words canmake a positive difference tothe world. To change its gaze.To lift its expectations. To bringconnection, interest in others,selflessness. To share a sense of wonder,of awe, of infinitepossibility,which isalive in every humanand in near-every relationship. I writebecauseit brings colour tomy life.…

  • December

    brings withit a certainquiet melancholy. Moments ofacknowledging the gapsthat those wehave loved, and lost,leave behind. Moments of could have,should have, and whydidn’t I,do better. It’s a time ofyear wherebody batteries runlow. And things,are stacked on topof other things, and whendealing with “just one things”feels near impossible. It’s alsoa time ofquiet reflection. Abouttaking stock, and countingthose…

  • Ever stop

    to think, thatall the moments,experiences andthings thathave happened inyourlife, broughtyou to thisvery place?As in, right here.Right now. This isinteresting, is itnot?So perhaps,the challenge you’refacing, right now, isa thingthat means more,to your resilience andgrowth, than mightinitially meetthe eye. Just a thought.Use it, don’tuseit. ~Lu

  • For M, on a blustery day

    There isthisplacecalled the in-between.The teais a little insipid,and theblankets a tadtoo fluffy.It’s a placeof doomscrollingand boredom.A placeof feelingsmall andunseen.No muscle is stretched,noangst is hadto achieve a seeminglyunreachable goal. Upon arrival hereit maybriefly feellike a place ofrespite. Of rest.A havenworth lingering.Yet the dullnesssoon swallowsone up, like quicksandpooling, ankle deep. The challengeof this place is notto leave…

  • And they lived

    happilyever after.Only, theydidn’t…Because theyhad bills topay, and childrento grow,and laundryto do, andhouses tokeep tidy.And deadlinesto meet.And suppersto plan,and cook.And dishesto do… somanydishes. And somewherebetweenall of thesethings. Themagic seepedaway… slowly at first.A missedkiss,a cursory glance. Oneof them,may even havefelt thisloss of heat, of tenderness,and decidedto do… Nothing.Or perhapsthere was no actualdecision. Just life,the realness andthe grit.…

  • My love

    this thingof oursis so fragile.Like early morningcobwebs, it gleamsand delightswith prisms of light through dewdrops.Radiant rainbows abound.Yet one smallgust of wind, orthe merest of tugsmay send it flying. My heart aches atthe prospectof its delicacy. Itis weak, andincapable ofgirding its own loins. And soI guard itin my heart. Knowingthat wehave bothbeen downthis road before.And thatdisappointmentmay…

  • There is

    a moment, albeit brief, when you know that you are doing  something  right. And while it can be  fleeting, the knowing your body has in that moment  is exquisite. This  is the  beauty of learning new  things. Of pressing  through discomfort, of keeping going, of  not understanding, of being confused, of being sullen, and yet…

  • 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…