Category: Moments of Clarity
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She is
the gun at a knife fight. Japanese whiskey, on the rocks, with slices of ginger and lime. Your secret anime hidden in a history book, Joan Jet and Joy Division, colliding. Soft doe eyes, wearing a black leather harness and stiletto fuck-off boots. She’s gentle spring rain, on a field near Chernobyl. She is the…
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I found
it, there this morning: my is-ness. It was there, in the quiet so loud, it thrummed my ears. It was there, in the air, so thick and lush, it stuck in my throat. It was there, in the happy wiggle butss of my dogs, the satisfying crunch of my shoes on the stoned ground. It…
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So you
surprised me today, and in a very good way. And I realised that this very pattern is likely to repeat itself for as long as we both shall live. Your magic unlikely to dim, your tender heart pure. And again I stand in awe of the wonder of you. ~Lu
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Embrace
the beauty in the mundane, while the everyday drudge may feel overwhelming sometimes, even often. Go within and find the power to step back, to zoom out, to be. Pattern brings power and what you do consistently makes change. The dripping tap eventually cracks the basin. It is simply a matter of time, of pushing…
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A friend
once told me a story, folklore. Of a woman who was turned into a donkey, because she forgot to wear earrings. At first I giggled, for donkeys are cute, and who wouldn’t enjoy a life of leisure. and then I recalled that donkeys were in fact the workhorse of the day and often mistreated. And…
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Kanvhwiya for Frank
An old man ha! That might be the state of your canoo, Dear One, yet it could not be further from the truth. You shine. Your glimmer. You thrum with an energy deeper than yourself. You heal. You reach, you seek to understand to grow to nurture. You are a blessing unto us all my …
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Your name
will scorch my lips forever, dear one. For you are both blinding light and despairing darkness. Your name ignites the flame inside my heart, at once consuming me fully while smouldering in the shadows. Your name is intertwined with my destiny, which will play out long after these basic recordings cease to exist. Your name,…
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Her name
is Serpentine, and no, I don’t really know her. She’s a woman now, having outlived much of this story when she was a child. Serpentine: gifted, smart, athletic, and a good human, with a badly curved spine. Serpentine with parents who simply said: “Not on our watch.” Serpentine who travelled to a foreign country “to…
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Dear friend
this too shall pass. And NO it won’t take you, with it. YOU are magic and stardust and bubbly on wet grass. YOU are wisdom, and wonder and strength, and deeper than the dark water you refuse to swim in. YOU are mine, partly, as I long to be there. To hold your hand, and…
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Human being
or human doing? Internal, or external focus? Having, vs. experiencing? You choose… daily! ~Lu