Lu Unfiltered

Category: Gratitude

  • 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…

  • For me, on a day when I need it most

    Time passesanyhow.Irrespective of howmuch orhow littleyou fit intothe hours of youraverage day. The rinse repeatcycle, isreal. Tapping oneeasily in themundaneness ofeveryday life. For the daysare long, and theyears are short. Andsometimes, itfeels as if yourvery survival isat stake. Yetlook up and lookahead. Wherewould you liketo be next, andwhere wouldyou like tofinish? Plot your course, anddo…

  • Luckily

    great reminders,fromthe universe, comein manyfine forms. Like themessage froma friend, notingthat your currentstate really isa significantly betterchoice thanits exactopposite. Which seemsobvious at firstglance, yetis somethingthat youmayhave completelyoverlookedduringyour ownrumination. And thisone sentenceliterallyisthe crackin everything,which ishow the lightgetsin. Thank you, dear one.You knowexactlywho you are. ~Lu

  • And there

    you are.Bright andshinyfor the worldto see.A menschto beappreciated,admired,and bya lucky few,loved. Trophies enoughthere aren’t,to commendyour character,gentle nature,hidden behindbluster, of course,and tenacity. I’m oftensurprised byyour deepdetermination.Your doggedcan do, and yourzest in doingso, inpushingthrough. There’s much, Iwish tolearnfrom you.To grasp thegift, ofyour coaching,your keeneye,your subtlenudging. You expectmuch, of me, inthe applyingof myself. Andunderthis scrutinyIflourish,mostly, foryour gift isin…

  • Today

    is a gooddayto die.I unashamedly lovethese wisewords, froma people ina land far away,spoken along timeago. It resonates and rattlessomethingdeepinsidemy bones.The necessityto remember, thatwe aremorethan “just”the here and now.We are crafted and constructed,filled to thebrim,with history,and connectedness. Yet weare also destinedto build outthe lives thatwe want, andtouch the livesof thosedear to us. I want a lifewhere…

  • The luxury of time

    I wassurprised, to findthis… Hidinginside a tent flap,by a river, whileholding anactual book. I lingered, feelingthe minutesdrag by.The gentlebuzzing ofrandom flyinginsects, thedeliciousnessof yet anothercup of coffee.My bare feet,toes wriggling… I just was.There,in those moments,filled withnothingnotable, yet sogloriously memorable.Rush wasmissing, anda languid easespreadeverywhere… Slow walks.Noticing clouds.Wind in trees.Water flowing backwardsas the sun played with and confusedour…

  • Dear One

    I lovethe tendernessthat is you.Your early morningslow fuzziness,awakening andnot quite readyto seize the day. I love the paradoxof your exuberant, almostblustery gambler.The chattiness of yournerd as hetalks to hisfavourite friend, me. I love thatI know that Icanprotect you,yet yours isthe solace I seek.Your carethe blanketthatstaves offthe chill ofeveryday living. You areindeedsomuch morethan Ihad hoped,and evenlonged…