Category: Moments of Clarity
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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Life
feels complexsometimes. Deadlines,harshness,not-good-enoughness. Yet hearing,the good news,of wonderful thingshappeningto great people,instantly remindsus of the joy ofliving. Yay for thesegreat daysof new beginnings,opportunities andshared wonder. Yay too for the manygreat people,seeing themgrow andprosper into theirfull, glorious selves! Good newsshared, doubles!This I know,for sure. ~Lu
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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
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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…
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I look
atyouin wonder.Mane ofglossy darkhair. Wild, freeand yet,alsopolishedand well puttogether. A ready smile.Yet it’s deep,and knowing, andit has beento places andseen thingsthat most humansnever will. There’s compassionin there too,wrapped in yourgregarious nature.And yet,there’s alsoa titanium-cladspine, ruthlessdetermination. Writing thisnow, I realisethat I may havejust metmy very first,real-life Paladin. A championof justice, virtueand righteousness. And thatenergy, isnot to…
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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…
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Tell me
Dear One, when wasthe last timethat you lostyourself in play.In the fun of thedoing, withoutthe tracking and measurementand should-do-betters? I would loveto know, because Ialready know thatthisis the keyto flooding yourprecious lifewith joy. Play.Do something purelyfor the fun of it.Be there – in thosemoments, fully emergedin the thing thatmakes your heart ofso happy and yourspiritslight.…
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And today
I’m remindingmyself thatlife really is bestlivedin thetiny details.That first sip of a greatcup of coffee. Thatquick chat witha friendly stranger.That momentwhen things“just” feelnice. Yeah, the BIG highsare fantastic. In mostlives though, theytend to be quite few, andfar between.Leaving a wastelandof average days and moments,to be contended with, and toblossom intomeaning. Life is for living, at…