Lu Unfiltered

Category: Moments of Clarity

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • For M, on a blustery day

    There isthisplacecalled the in-between.The teais a little insipid,and theblankets a tadtoo fluffy.It’s a placeof doomscrollingand boredom.A placeof feelingsmall andunseen.No muscle is stretched,noangst is hadto achieve a seeminglyunreachable goal. Upon arrival hereit maybriefly feellike a place ofrespite. Of rest.A havenworth lingering.Yet the dullnesssoon swallowsone up, like quicksandpooling, ankle deep. The challengeof this place is notto leave…

  • And they lived

    happilyever after.Only, theydidn’t…Because theyhad bills topay, and childrento grow,and laundryto do, andhouses tokeep tidy.And deadlinesto meet.And suppersto plan,and cook.And dishesto do… somanydishes. And somewherebetweenall of thesethings. Themagic seepedaway… slowly at first.A missedkiss,a cursory glance. Oneof them,may even havefelt thisloss of heat, of tenderness,and decidedto do… Nothing.Or perhapsthere was no actualdecision. Just life,the realness andthe grit.…

  • I make

    myself small.Head down,body foldedup.I wantto beinvisible, orrun, far away.Puttinghuge distance betweenmeand thisterrible thing. I don’twhat to beexposed. Asweak, as stupid,as thinking moreof myself,than I should. Ofbeing found outasnot beinggood enough.With aspirationsabove myrather modeststation. I watch this movieunfold. In my head,and inmy body.Discomfort,panic and clammy palms. I stay withit.And ask: If not me, then who?Where is…

  • 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…

  • Whoever said

    that wehadto beserious allthe time?No smiling,just focus.Adultingto the max. Feck! How drearythese pretendsophisticationdays are,in my life.They suckpiles!And thatcrazy, sullengirlinside mewhingesnear constantly… This is nowayto live.Where thereisnojoy, there isnomeaning. There, I saidit,for it reallyisso. Play, in all itsglorious forms,isessential,to everydayhappiness. ~Lu

  • My love

    this thingof oursis so fragile.Like early morningcobwebs, it gleamsand delightswith prisms of light through dewdrops.Radiant rainbows abound.Yet one smallgust of wind, orthe merest of tugsmay send it flying. My heart aches atthe prospectof its delicacy. Itis weak, andincapable ofgirding its own loins. And soI guard itin my heart. Knowingthat wehave bothbeen downthis road before.And thatdisappointmentmay…