Tag: hope
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Tell me
Dear One, when wasthe last timethat you lostyourself in play.In the fun of thedoing, withoutthe tracking and measurementand should-do-betters? I would loveto know, because Ialready know thatthisis the keyto flooding yourprecious lifewith joy. Play.Do something purelyfor the fun of it.Be there – in thosemoments, fully emergedin the thing thatmakes your heart ofso happy and yourspiritslight.…
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And today
I’m remindingmyself thatlife really is bestlivedin thetiny details.That first sip of a greatcup of coffee. Thatquick chat witha friendly stranger.That momentwhen things“just” feelnice. Yeah, the BIG highsare fantastic. In mostlives though, theytend to be quite few, andfar between.Leaving a wastelandof average days and moments,to be contended with, and toblossom intomeaning. Life is for living, at…
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For me, on a day when I need it most
Time passesanyhow.Irrespective of howmuch orhow littleyou fit intothe hours of youraverage day. The rinse repeatcycle, isreal. Tapping oneeasily in themundaneness ofeveryday life. For the daysare long, and theyears are short. Andsometimes, itfeels as if yourvery survival isat stake. Yetlook up and lookahead. Wherewould you liketo be next, andwhere wouldyou like tofinish? Plot your course, anddo…
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She is
a moment,of pure oxygen.Lighteningin a bottle.A shootingstar, anaurora. Be be lookedupon,by her,is to be trulyseen. Somepeople are“just” likethis. They inspire.They see and fanyour spark.They fillan entire banquetofcups.To overflowing. So today,let’s celebratethese amazingcreatures.Circe, Lakshmi,Freyja, andthe girl nextdoor. ~Lu
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There is
a moment, albeit brief, when you know that you are doing something right. And while it can be fleeting, the knowing your body has in that moment is exquisite. This is the beauty of learning new things. Of pressing through discomfort, of keeping going, of not understanding, of being confused, of being sullen, and yet…
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Today
is a gooddayto die.I unashamedly lovethese wisewords, froma people ina land far away,spoken along timeago. It resonates and rattlessomethingdeepinsidemy bones.The necessityto remember, thatwe aremorethan “just”the here and now.We are crafted and constructed,filled to thebrim,with history,and connectedness. Yet weare also destinedto build outthe lives thatwe want, andtouch the livesof thosedear to us. I want a lifewhere…
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A fireside chat, for J
There isa fireinsideher.Beyond theexco notes,and school drop-offs.The sensible sandals,and theyogalatesstretches. It findsher. In thewide openspaces, sheseeks.The dancingflames,licking, hintingatthat lifeless ordinary. The wild, untamed.The warrior,that is her. Embers leftfor dead,inside herheart… Yearningfor thestiring ofair. A twigto snap, a bravepoker-holder tomake his way closer… Yet still,the fire burns…Lapping atthe wetness ofher cheeks,the bow ofher back. Theheaviness,which can…
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Where to
next?I ask, lookingdown into herseagreen eyes. You know,she smiles.You’re on your waythere,already.Keep going. I reach for herhand. Thistiny girlversion ofme.So sure ofherself. Soobviously capable,as she makessense of the world. What next?When I sitwith this question,and turn downthe noise of everydaylife,I do know.It’s in the whispers ofthe cool breeze, combingthrough a forest oftrees.It’s in the slow…
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Tell me
where yourstrong groundis.How youmade it so.And how manylifetimesit tookto construct.Who arethe peoplewho surroundand supportyou there?How DIDyou findthem? For wegrow, fromhumble beginnings.And imperfectfoundations causehavocover time.Yet weall hold thecapacity torevisit thesestarting places.To heal,and strengthen,and replenishuntil overflowinglyfull. So what are YOUbuilding onthe strongfoundation ofyour own construction?What does thatbeautiful skyscraperhold?And whatwill you leavebehindto nurturethis world? ~Lu
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Dear Friend
I wishyouthe luxury oftime.Unlimited. For you toloiter, andbask in theglorious glowof rushlessness.Seeping deeplyintothe things,that aren’t reallythings. Those things thatreally matter. And sleep.That deliciousness, weoften disregardas “busy adults”.And long, lazy afternoonsnodding inand out, of consciousness. These arethe precious thingsI wish foryou. Todayand always. ~Lu