Lu Unfiltered

Category: Gratitude

  • One year

    later,and here weare. Who knew thatthings couldbe so simple,and also socomplicated, allat once. I was rightthat day, thinking:this guy.We found ourflow, the easyrhythm of dogkisses in the morning. I learned to bequiet, and notfill those early morningspaces withquestions.I learned thatsomeone could bethrillingly exciting,and incredibly safe, atthesametime. And that I reallydo likethe look of you,and the…

  • Eat

    with youreyes, shesays.Savour.Be still,be mesmerised. The forest greentrees,a mountain,sand under youfeet. Exhale. Allof the businesses,and everydaycrap that you’vebeen carrying. Feelyour body,hear yourfootfall. Listen.Hear the birds,the windin the trees. All of this, isfor you.To experience,appreciate andadmire.All of this is here,to ground you inpeace, and whatreally matters. Dissolvein the stillness, thewarmth of thesun. The dogsrunning underfoot. For…

  • There is

    a moment whereflow happens.Where you’redoing the thing,without having toactively tryto do the thing…The mechanics insideyou spin,the rhythm establishesitself, andthings just work. I felt about fiveseconds ofthis, onthe waterthis morning. Itfelt glorious,and in those fewmoments Iknew that thingswere starting to makesense, on amuscle memorylevel.And then the momentslipped away,my movementsfelt laboured and clunky.I had to work atit…

  • Today

    I’m cravingyou.Not the largebuffet you, withunlimitedoptions. The quietyou, the beanson toast and blackcoffee you. The feeling as you strokemy fingers. Yourbreathing, rhythmic andclear.The closeness of yourskin. The wayyour eyes crinklewhen you laugh. The smokiness of your voicewhen you holda cigarette. Yourlaugh, easy andabundant. These tinypieces ofyou, small,yet deliciouslyprecious. ~Lu

  • 354

    is a really,great number. That’s howmany days, Ihave looked atyourbeautiful face,and thought: this guy. This guyhas been the sourceof so manyunexpected things… Genuine kindness,crazy humour,snoring noisesat 4.02am.Yet herewe are, and asI look at youwhen you sleep,I cannotimagine beinganywhere elsethan near you. Yes, you whenyou’re grumpy.Yes, you whenyou’re distractedand not listening.Yes, you whenyou’re impatientand I’m flappingaround.…

  • Isn’t it

    interesting.How life isjust a tinybit sadder,when you’renot around? Walks meandre, notquite hittingthe joy spot. Conversationshappen, mostlyin my head,with no wisewords, kindness, orgentle persuasionto be had. And thenone day. Thereyou are again. Readyto connect,to give, to laugh,to contemplate, andsimply to betogether. The luxury of time,spent with greatpeople, is indeed aluxury I wish forevery life. So thankyoudear…

  • Dear Friend

    Some doors open,and other doors close.Perhaps,not quite in thetit-for-tat way thatsuper optimists imply.Yet,here you are: on the cuspof an amazingadventure. I wish you well. Andas the thread thatbinds our livestogether stretchesover13,000 kilometers,I know thatyou will flourish,grow, andexpand into anotherpart of your trueself.The dust ofcomfortable, everydaylivingfalling away to newthings, strangeplace, and unusualdialects. Then oneday, you’ll return,like…

  • My Precious

    this real lifewe’re buildingcan be tough. Toughin its rawness, in thediscomforts ofeveryday adulting. Andalso in this new, mutualdependanceon the other, whichis only348 days young. Yet inthis moment, I couldnot nameany other thatI would rather behandholding on ourjourney. You continueto astound me.And be super bossy!And funny, and kind,and a dog spoilerof epic proportion. Theseare afew of…

  • What happens

    when youjust breathe?When you simplysit, by yourself.Staring into space.No phone.No need to talk.Just being. Discomfort, for sure!Yet as you stickwith it,it seeps intoyour bones.The quiet. The easy.The huge exhale. It’s stuck, deepinside your chest, afterweeks, months, orsometimes, even yearsof holdingyour breath. Of struggle, of disappointment,of getting up, bruised. Exhaling setsyou free. It’s beautiful,simple rythme. Feelyour…

  • 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…