Lu Unfiltered

Tag: kindness

  • 354

    is a really,great number. That’s howmany days, Ihave looked atyourbeautiful face,and thought: this guy. This guyhas been the sourceof so manyunexpected things… Genuine kindness,crazy humour,snoring noisesat 4.02am.Yet herewe are, and asI look at youwhen you sleep,I cannotimagine beinganywhere elsethan near you. Yes, you whenyou’re grumpy.Yes, you whenyou’re distractedand not listening.Yes, you whenyou’re impatientand I’m flappingaround.…

  • Isn’t it

    interesting.How life isjust a tinybit sadder,when you’renot around? Walks meandre, notquite hittingthe joy spot. Conversationshappen, mostlyin my head,with no wisewords, kindness, orgentle persuasionto be had. And thenone day. Thereyou are again. Readyto connect,to give, to laugh,to contemplate, andsimply to betogether. The luxury of time,spent with greatpeople, is indeed aluxury I wish forevery life. So thankyoudear…

  • My Precious

    this real lifewe’re buildingcan be tough. Toughin its rawness, in thediscomforts ofeveryday adulting. Andalso in this new, mutualdependanceon the other, whichis only348 days young. Yet inthis moment, I couldnot nameany other thatI would rather behandholding on ourjourney. You continueto astound me.And be super bossy!And funny, and kind,and a dog spoilerof epic proportion. Theseare afew of…

  • Luckily

    great reminders,fromthe universe, comein manyfine forms. Like themessage froma friend, notingthat your currentstate really isa significantly betterchoice thanits exactopposite. Which seemsobvious at firstglance, yetis somethingthat youmayhave completelyoverlookedduringyour ownrumination. And thisone sentenceliterallyisthe crackin everything,which ishow the lightgetsin. Thank you, dear one.You knowexactlywho you are. ~Lu

  • And there

    you are.Bright andshinyfor the worldto see.A menschto beappreciated,admired,and bya lucky few,loved. Trophies enoughthere aren’t,to commendyour character,gentle nature,hidden behindbluster, of course,and tenacity. I’m oftensurprised byyour deepdetermination.Your doggedcan do, and yourzest in doingso, inpushingthrough. There’s much, Iwish tolearnfrom you.To grasp thegift, ofyour coaching,your keeneye,your subtlenudging. You expectmuch, of me, inthe applyingof myself. Andunderthis scrutinyIflourish,mostly, foryour gift isin…

  • These

    randommomentssneak up on me.Quite unexpectedly. I wake up,and you’re there.So handsome, Ican barely look at you.The memories ofbliss, laughterand togethernessflooding in. I watch you atparties.Your swoon-inducing laugh,your humour…The view from this besottedplace, quite priceless. How did we gethere?Mating in captivityas lightening crashesall around. Firecracker,intellectualist,funnyman,mensch,doglover.The complete packagein amost deliciouswrapping. ~Lu

  • Everyone really

    does needa Hugoin their life. That voice,often finding youdeepinthe wilderness,guiding you backto the bestpossible reality.The unashamedobserver ofyour trueand ultimatesparkle. The giverof the most gloriousfree gifts…Like kindness,and time.A cozinessthat is bothcomfortingand turn-on levelmanliness. Grown menwith poodles,really shouldrule the world.And don’t justtake myword for it.Find theright Hugofor your ownlife…and watch as themagic unfolds. ~Lu

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…

  • Hope

    is nota strategy.Really?It’s the spun titaniumthreadthat keeps usfrom dropping toour deathsin the deep, darknessof the abyss.For the loss ofhopeis trulydismal.Thereliterally is nopoint.To anything,or anyone. And yes,In my own life,I often forgetto nurture thisdelicate beast.Insteadplodding forwardlike an ogre seekinga rare gem,feet pounding,hands clutching,in the dark.The lack of illuminatinghope, keelhaulingwhat littlemomentum,I thoughtI’d achieved. So today’sanother script flip.I’m…

  • Ever notice

    how we allhave some overlapsomewhere?I’m talkingsimilar traits,experiences,and feelings. Disappointmenthas come forus all,as has profoundjoy, andconversely sorrow.We are steepedin the sameexperiences,or rather,in similar emotions,stirred by differentexperiences. We forget thissometimes, whenwe dip intoeveryone-else-is-an-arseholemode.Yet whenwe takethe time to focuson the wonder andhumanity of a particularindividual, this senseof connectionoftencomes flooding backin. We arewonderfully andbeautifully made, andwe are builtfor connection.…