Category: Moments of Clarity
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There’s a gentleness
when you hold me. A soft, almost anticipation in your eyes. Our breath syncs, and I cannot distinguish my heartbeat from yours. My cheeks are wet, as strong emotion escapes my body. So this is what it feels like to truly live. This simple magnificent pleasure, of being fully seen, and wanted. ~Lu
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Friends
New ones, old ones, related by blood ones, separated by distance ones, down the road ones, and dare I say “work ones”. All of them great ones. I may not have hundreds, yet the two handful count ones I do have, are literally worth their combined weight in gold. Every single one. So what makes…
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It’s been
an interesting week, as far as experiments go. I’ve been contemplating and applying this question, rather randomly to life, and also at work, as if these were two distinct places… Anyhow, back to the question: What would this look like if it was easy? Phew! Have I become an advocate for the lazy and slothful?…
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What would
this look like if it were easy? Shocking thought, right? Everything worth having, doing, and experiencing, should be difficult, cumbersome, and hard, or preferably a combination of all three. Right? Hmm, wrong. What if our past imprinting and our penchant for risk aversion and mitigation was, in fact, what was wrong? We train our brains…
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I’ve been thinking
about karma, quite a lot lately. Essentially wanting karma to be ready at all times, like my very own Samurai squad. Ready to flatten the enemy because I’ve been wronged. And therein lies the crux of the matter. For who is truly wrong? And what does wrong really mean? Wrong according to my worldview, lens…
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Opening up
windows, doors, to let in the early morning air, thick with promise, abundance. Gently ushering out the staleness of last night’s breath. Of fear and doubt, those pre-dawn Death Eaters. Opening up, to a new day, Endless possibilities. New friends. New beginnings. A change of pace. A softer life with folds to luxuriate in. Opening…
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I notice
her immediately. Strong arms, open smile. Hair of the raven. Sharp eyes seeking to know, to understand. Unexpected laughter. Wit. I focus my attention. Deeper we go. Athena, Goddess of war. Yes, yes, I see you there, hiding in your ever so sensible shoes, and corporate blouse. You can’t fool me. I’m with you on…
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The payoff
is not always obvious from the outside, yet is is always there, lurking just under the surface, its scaly alligator body, stealthily hidden. Mother Theresa I am not, although this supposedly saintly woman has had to deal with some less than stellar reviews too, it seems. See, I’m a helper, to be of service, is…
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To say
that my imagination runs mild, would be to say that I occasionally drink coffee, if there’s no access to water… completely ridiculous! So if yours is like mine, and yes, we’re still talking imagination here, then you’re probably also jumping to all kinds of wild conclusions, chasing crazy cars, and generally getting side-tracked, and sometimes…
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The score
fluctuates as we play. And it’s fascinating to watch another human expand into the fullness of their being. Stripping back the layers, and flinging open the curtains. And instantly I’m back in that room, Leonard Cohen exploding in my head: There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in. ~Lu