Lu Unfiltered

Category: Gratitude

  • 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…

  • There is

    nothing equalabout love.There, I said it.It ebbs and flows,like a low, constant,hummingvoltagebetween two beings.The wavesdramatic, from oneend,some days,and short and cozyon others. We don’t lovealike, just likewe don’t experiencecoffee or chocolatealike. And thatsimply adds toits near perfection. For to lovefreely, and tobe loved generouslyin return, isperhaps oneof the most trulymagnificent thingsthataren’t things, onecan experience. So…

  • And then

    the sun licksever so gentlyat the back of my neck.Dogs leashed,grass green,wind calm. We stroll,because wecan and becausethis glorious pocketof just beingalive,exists. We have nowhereto go, other than,eventually, home formore coffee andwater licks. We have no one topleaseother thanourselves. Sniffsgalore, andplenty to explore. We mosey.We loiter.Caught upin thismomentof summerforever. ~Lu

  • The light

    dancesin through the meshtent windows. Birdsong, all around.Trees. Frogsin the distance. I hear no other humans.It’s justus here,in this green cocoon.Away from the world. Or rather, in theworld. The realworld that matters.Where you have mudon your feet and sitidly sipping yourcoffee. Where yourhammock swaysgently in the breeze,and you read youreven terriblebook. Foldedin your hands. Nothing…

  • It is often

    impliedthat the realbrains of theoperation, isin fact Batman. Yet today, especially,I will object.For if youareluckyenough to havea Robin inyour life, youhave truly arrived. A person of character,of grit. One to faceand succeedstorms with. One to laugh andcoffee with.One to listen to,and be awed by. Onewho has prosperedand grown over decadesofconsistent effort… This is wherethe magic…