Lu Unfiltered

Category: Moments of Clarity

  • The Liontamer

    yep,she’s still intheresomewhere.The bright redcoat,the shiny gold buttonsand matchingtrim.The elegantwhite gloves,their sparklingrivetscatching the big toplights.And the whip.Held, wrist slightlyextended,just so.Eyes on the prize. Only,she’s actually ananimal lover,who no longereats meat,and she knowswhere the big fiveare meant toroam magestically free. It was never reallyabout lions though,was it?It was about chasingdown thosebig dreams,that could be spectacularfailures.About walking…

  • Hope

    is nota strategy.Really?It’s the spun titaniumthreadthat keeps usfrom dropping toour deathsin the deep, darknessof the abyss.For the loss ofhopeis trulydismal.Thereliterally is nopoint.To anything,or anyone. And yes,In my own life,I often forgetto nurture thisdelicate beast.Insteadplodding forwardlike an ogre seekinga rare gem,feet pounding,hands clutching,in the dark.The lack of illuminatinghope, keelhaulingwhat littlemomentum,I thoughtI’d achieved. So today’sanother script flip.I’m…

  • What

    inconspicuous actioncould youtaketoday?Tomoveyourself closer toyour cheese.That bighairy, audaciousgoal,which may bescaring thecrap outof you…round aboutnow? It mightbe as simpleas puttingon someredlipstickto face achallengingday whereyour gremlinsare runningwild withtheir snottycommentaryabout you,your worth,or simply yournew bangs. It might beclosing a physicaldoor, tomake spacefor yourselfto expandinto creation,setting freethose innerdemons, or runningfree in thelush greenfields of yourdelicious creativeflow. It might bethe…

  • People come

    and people go.Life ebbs andflows,and today’s necessityis tomorrow’sentirely optional. Why is this?Well, I suspectit’s due to severalrelated, yet differentthings.Yep, those thingsthat aren’t thingsat all. We learn,we grow,we open up to newexperiences,we decide whatwe want,and by association,what we don’t want. Slowly the message seeps in:you get to choose,and steer,and bring into thislife of yours, what youtruly…

  • 42

    really is theanswerto the meaningof life,the universeand everything!I’m chasinga V02max highof 42.This numberwill put mein the top 5% ofathletes inmy age bracket.I’m takinghuge libertieshere,and using the termathlete veryloosely. See, asa child, Ihad a dreamof being aphenomenal athlete.Just not thebody,or the diligence,or the natural ability,or the stamina.I’ve carried thisdream with meinto my fifties,and finallythere seemsto be…

  • I have found

    that in my ownlife,the beauty isvery much inthe grey.I’ve always hada chip on myshoulderabout black orwhite thinking,those two extremes beingfar too narrow (minded?)and small forme to fit into.Expansion livesin the grey,the subtleties ofthe tonality of thecolour openingup to endlessopportunity,and growth,and conversely,comfort.Grey melange isprobably themost comfortableclothing colourever invented.Its softness feelingalmost likepudding onthe skin.Looking outsidetoday, the weatheris…

  • When

    the gremlinscome calling,they are scary, andcunning. They talk to us,in our own voices,knowing,we’ll believethe horrible thingsthey arethrowing around,their sole aimbeingtobask in oursorrow.They are gluttonsgrowing faton our fear,and shame,and the shadowsof ournot-good-enoughs. They prefer usweak,and small,and doubting.Oh howthey enjoythese things. And we canstay there. Hidingunder the bed,or in thecloset.Breathing hard,chest wetfrom our owntears. Or.We can simplycall…

  • Chapters

    in books are soeasyto spot.A neat titlepage,often also anindex upfront,indicating exactlywhen a new chapterstarts. Life is notlikethis.We oftenstumble fromday to day,only to lookback weeks,months, oreven yearslater,surprisedby aha momentsof new beginnings,changes inhowwe feel,and occasionallyeven whoweare. Why am Icallingthis outtoday?Well, it’sto remind myself,and you,that we areconstantly learningand growing.And thisincludes closingout oldchaptersin our livesto makespacefor newones… So looking…

  • What are

    the storiesyou tell yourself,when you’realone in your bed?Or in thatdark placewe all go to hide,which also happensto hide ourlight? What arethe storiesyou tellyourselfwhen you’re ridingthe waveof unexpectedwindfalls andgrace? Have you perhaps,like me,forgotten thatyou are thesameperson, in boththese instances?Yet these strories,are very likelyto beuniversesapart. Why does thismatter, Dear One?It matters becausethe story setsthe course,it trims your…

  • The joy

    of simple things,that aren’tthings. A genuinesmile,connection.Sipping wine,whilecooking everydayfood.Laughter.Kinship.Appreciationfor theother’sspecialness,rarities, quirksandoverallgoodness. Contentmentin easyconnection.Followed byeasy partings,knowing thatthiseveryday event,will happenagain. This isthe beautyof aneverydaylife,well-lived,forever gratefulfor theseno-longer-strangersand theirprofoundimpact. ~Lu