Lu Unfiltered

Tag: hope

  • What if

    I toldyouthat the magicstartstoday? With onesmallgesture.One do-differently.One newconnection.One momentofdiscomfort.One breathofenvisioningfull cream livingforyourself. You,in technicolour.You,adding tothe world,exactly asyoushould. ~Lu

  • 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…

  • Maroon

    unlike T Swift,I despise it.Call it burgundy,oxblood, oreven garnet. See, this colourtakes me backto a darkplace.A place offear, hurt,abandonment,heartbreak,in fact, near-totalannihilation. And this wasmore than twentyyears ago,and the doer ofthe deeds islong gone.The scarsare mostly healed,and tattooed over.Yet.Burgundy hasthe uncannyabilityto bring itall back.Short, staccatoflashbacksof a horror moviewhich was oncemy life. The camera swayingBlairWitch-like,the fear tearing…

  • 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…

  • Today

    the lightcrept in, througha tiny crack.I slept better.I rememberedthat I knowgreat people,who are cheeringfor me to succeed,and flourish.I smiled at astranger.I exercised mybody.My spirit liftedand Ihave a plan.To getthere,to do thething.To makea difference,to shift,to leavea legacy,to sharethe messageI’ve beencarrying insideme,for so long,as it slowlyunfurled intosomething magicalover the lastdecade.So stand back,nah, lean IN,and watch this space.Great…

  • I’m currently

    in the in-between,a place notunlike the famousEagles’ Hotel California. I’m probablybetter thanok,here.Yet it’sa place I knowI cannot stayinforever. See,I have skillsto learn,and books togift theworld.I literally havea canoeto paddle.And muscleto build. I’m tiredthough. BecauseI’m also doingmy best tokeep up thefacade ofactually adulting.Theoreticallythis means thatI should be the bigger personand not poutwhen I loseat backgammon.Oops, I…

  • 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…

  • 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…