Lu Unfiltered

Tag: awe

  • Dungeon Master

    Sowhy is it,that I love you,so very much?This crazycontentment,that seems to havetrapped us botha mere fourmonths in…Four months,going on ten years. It’s in your eyesthat crinkle,when you laugh,or say somethingthat’s bothfunny andhighly inappropriate.It’s the waythey look deepinto my soul,catching my breathin my throat.It’s compassion,and lust,and a softness thatI could not begin todescribe. It’s in the…

  • Tell me

    Dear Readerwhat doesyour own, personalShangri-Lalook like?How do youfeel when you’re there?And conversely,what do you misswhen you’re not?I’d love to know,as most of ushumans are quitesimilar, yet also quite different.And the things,experiences, andtogetherness thatmake our own hearts happycan sometimes bequite different. My Shangri-Lahas dogs: many and often!They’re everywhere,active and languid,big and small, okmostly big and scruffy!(Hi…

  • 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…

  • Lately

    I’ve beenthinkingabout that fish andher bicycle,and how, perhaps,she may wellneed one,after all. How elsewill she seethe meadow,and flowers?And yup,I know she can’tphysically pedala bike, herself.Yet perhaps,that may notbe a requirement…What if,the bicyclewas in fact, a tandem,and someone elsecould do thebulkof the peddling?And the fishcould narratetheir journey,showcasing herunique viewpoint,like, erm, well,a fish out of water. These…

  • Bring the cheese

    and be super corny? Sure!Tell peopleexactly howmuchyou lovethem. And whatyou appreciate aboutthem.Even ifit scares you,or makesthat weirdvomit feelinghappen in yourstomach. Tell them.Today.Tell them.Often.Tell them.Explaining theexact magnificenceyou see.Your lense is unique,a secret windowinto their soul.And thismoment,this veryopportunity,may never berepeated again.Much like a oncein a lifetimesale,on your favouritething. So takea deepbreath.Write thattext.Make that call.Be silly.Be fun,be honest,be…

  • 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…

  • Blissed out

    who knewthat thiswas evenathing.My bodyhumscontently.My mind isclear.My nervoussystem is dialledtoa deepforest green. Who knewyou would actuallycomeback,like you saidyouwould. Who knewwe couldpuzzle pieceour weekstogether,chatting andlaughing,while buildingthis ordinarylife,filling ourmarble jarto the brim.We bothknow therewill be withdrawals,and kinksin theroad ahead.There will bethick salty tearsin the back ofmy throat,and therewill alsobe more bliss,as we,the novicesstumbleforwardinto this randommagnificencewe continue to…

  • 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…

  • I tell

    youthat you’reawesome,quite often. This freeexchange of admitting thegenuineemotions I experience,surprises me,perhaps evenmore sothan the actualemotion. I like you,and you’reamazingand I’d likeyou to knowthat. And yes,I know you’renotperfect.And I’m exceedinglygrateful to havedodged thebullet ofhaving to live witha perfect human being,or worse,one who perceivesthemselvesassuch. So this ismepopping inwith thisveryrealreminder:you mission, shouldyouchoose to accept it,is toremember tocelebrate yourawesomenessdaily.And…