Lu Unfiltered

Category: Moments of Clarity

  • Enough

    talking,the girl says,looking at thewomen. It’s time forus to dothe thing. We’vespent toomuch timehiding,or rather you have.I’ve been herethe whole time,waiting foryou totake my handand stepon out,over the ledge. You knowwe have wings,right?You know we’llnot fall to ourdeaths… This time. Her hand a babyhamster in mine.All soft and dainty,moistin its naivety. Yet I knowthat she…

  • These

    randommomentssneak up on me.Quite unexpectedly. I wake up,and you’re there.So handsome, Ican barely look at you.The memories ofbliss, laughterand togethernessflooding in. I watch you atparties.Your swoon-inducing laugh,your humour…The view from this besottedplace, quite priceless. How did we gethere?Mating in captivityas lightening crashesall around. Firecracker,intellectualist,funnyman,mensch,doglover.The complete packagein amost deliciouswrapping. ~Lu

  • Sustenance

    where do youfind yours,in this oneprecious life?Do you have sometucked away inthe soft warmrubs of yourdog’s tummy?The lazy smile ofyour lover?The smell of yourmorning coffee,and that tiny mouthwateringmoment beforethe first sip? Have you made spacefor it on yourbookshelf? Orperhaps betweenthe pages of yourfavourite books?In the gentle kindnessof dear friendsperhaps?Or in thoseawe inspiring momentsin nature, when…

  • What are

    the dreamshiding tounlockyour beautiful life?Your lifeof purpose,of fun, and beingfully you? Where are they?Check the drawersand cupboards ofyour heart andsoul. Shake off the dust covers,and fold themaway.Roll up that Persian carpetcovering the trapdoorto the silly things,yep, that aren’t things,that you want toadd to your life. Because, well,you want to.Something inside youcalls to them.Have you numbed…

  • So this is

    what itfeels liketo be loved.To be wanted.To be trulyseen,appreciated,and savoured. Beauty isindeedin the eye of thebeholder, andthere’s a lotto be said to bein the sightsof a soft, generouseye. Love isinteresting.And being lovedeven moreso.It’s notwhat I thoughtit was going to be.There’s more teeth,and more softness.There’s variety,and wild abandon,and trust.And stillness,and eyegazing,and wonder. It’s the everydayness ofa…

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…

  • Which

    are the demonsthat you feed,in your everdaylife? The stark Sister-Not-Good-Enough,The desperate Mom-of-Lacking?The snooty Cousin-Who-do-you-think-you-are? Or are yoursthe smaller, wilderwinged ones?Their sharp teeth constantlynibbling at yourappearance,your goals,your dreams,or perhaps worse, your momentsof rest,restoration, anddare I say idleness? Hmm.I’m here toremind myselftostopfeeding thesefuckers. One sometimes forgets,a small crumb or two,slipping from yourplate,a considered realnessin the fear we…

  • The beauty

    is inthe actualliving.It’s in the gritand also the grace.It’s in theshowing up,the failing.The disappointment,and even theheartache. It’s in theI-should-have-known-bettersand theactually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.It’s in the moment,the present.That gift of fullemersioninto a single breath,a single instant,a piece of realness,some may even call it heaven.When everythingelsefalls away.And you are“just” there.In the very fullest of yourbeing. That’s it.That’s where the beautyliesstill,waiting,watching,hopingfor…

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…