Lu Unfiltered

Category: Contemplation

  • Where to

    next?I ask, lookingdown into herseagreen eyes. You know,she smiles.You’re on your waythere,already.Keep going. I reach for herhand. Thistiny girlversion ofme.So sure ofherself. Soobviously capable,as she makessense of the world. What next?When I sitwith this question,and turn downthe noise of everydaylife,I do know.It’s in the whispers ofthe cool breeze, combingthrough a forest oftrees.It’s in the slow…

  • 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

  • This path

    willbe restored.The currentpooled-up stiffnesswill givewayto flow.The sun’s rayswillcaressyour faceagain,the shivers ofwinter ebbingaway.The leavesof autumnwillsoftenyour footsteps.And thedarkwill comeagain. Yet youwill alwaysbe there,with you.And today’sdarknessand uncertaintywill shift andtransforminto knowing.You willpack it away,having sippedthe deep wisdomit brings. And you willchange,as yourone preciouslife continuesto unfurl,the fern frondof your destinyswaying tothe gentlebreeze oftime. ~Lu

  • 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…

  • Ever wonder

    what it is that holds you  back? Fear of… Failure? Being discovered as a fraud?  Or worst still, being average? What would happen if you simply did? Despite the loaded “what if”?   Suddenly, a whole new world of possibility opens. Free of the ever-present judgment of  your current  reality. You could just, try that new…

  • Some exceptions

    are worthmaking.Some odditiesare worthconsidering,in the moment,or the week,or perhapseven the months,when thingssimply feelodd, or off. Only, it’s notthings thatare off,it’s you.And you can’tquite putyour fingeron it.There’sthe near immediateguilt of havingso muchto be thankfulfor, to lookforward to,in your everydaylife. Yet somethingis chafing,and you can’tquite figure outwhat, where,or how. Discomfort.Sitting with it,is probably oneof life’s mostprofound lessons.…

  • What are

    the dreamshiding tounlockyour beautiful life?Your lifeof purpose,of fun, and beingfully you? Where are they?Check the drawersand cupboards ofyour heart andsoul. Shake off the dust covers,and fold themaway.Roll up that Persian carpetcovering the trapdoorto the silly things,yep, that aren’t things,that you want toadd to your life. Because, well,you want to.Something inside youcalls to them.Have you numbed…

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • The Dragon

    sleeps peacefullynow.Her bright scalespangolined intoa cosy ball.Her yellow eyesclosed,and dead tothe world.What remainsof herfire: afew tinyembers. She is contentin the knowingthatshe willrise again.She willpierce the skywith roarsand fire. The girlopens her eyes,feet findingthe floor.Coffee,contemplation.The questofanother day. Grateful forthe opportunityto do good,to add beautyto the world.To make adifference,to add wonder,to every interaction,and hope toeveryhumanshe meets. This…

  • The beauty

    is inthe actualliving.It’s in the gritand also the grace.It’s in theshowing up,the failing.The disappointment,and even theheartache. It’s in theI-should-have-known-bettersand theactually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.It’s in the moment,the present.That gift of fullemersioninto a single breath,a single instant,a piece of realness,some may even call it heaven.When everythingelsefalls away.And you are“just” there.In the very fullest of yourbeing. That’s it.That’s where the beautyliesstill,waiting,watching,hopingfor…