Lu Unfiltered

Tag: kindness

  • 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…

  • One more sleep

    until thegood stufflands.One moreweekuntil mybigpresentation.Four moremonthsuntil mybirthday. As kids weoftenembraceoptimism, enthusiasm,and theglee of waitingfor greatthings tohappen. And thensomewhere inthe messy middlewe turn thatdial the otherway,towards prudence,caution,sensibility,not-sticking-your-neck-out-ness, andselfpreservation. No.I’m dialing that back.I want a lifewith an endlessconveyor beltof happy surprises,constantly beinganticipated and often rollingin. And yes,I will most certainlyfail at this,sometimes:much anticipatedevents, opportunitiesand people willfizzle and…

  • The joy

    of simple things,that aren’tthings. A genuinesmile,connection.Sipping wine,whilecooking everydayfood.Laughter.Kinship.Appreciationfor theother’sspecialness,rarities, quirksandoverallgoodness. Contentmentin easyconnection.Followed byeasy partings,knowing thatthiseveryday event,will happenagain. This isthe beautyof aneverydaylife,well-lived,forever gratefulfor theseno-longer-strangersand theirprofoundimpact. ~Lu

  • I put

    three bottles of winein the fridgethis morning:rosé,pinotage,and a cap classiqueI’d been saving.That said, this volumeof alcoholis alsomorethan I haveconsumed inthe lastsix months. So whatis actuallyhappeninghere? Well, see,I’m doing thatthingthat mosthumans dowhen we likesomeone,and also feela littlenervous…We pull outall thestopsto try toimpress them. I realisedwhat I wasdoingby the timeI closed thefridgedoor. And yes,I do believethat, in…

  • For Che

    To call yousweet,would be tosaythe same ofGodiva chocolateand whoon earthwould do that? There is a softness,a kindness,that glowsfrom you,yet much likethe Persianrice youserve us,there is a deliciousgrit at thebottom, a chewytenacity whichtransformsthe outer dish. While beautyis indeed, or at leastpartly, in the eye ofthe beholder,there an unmistakenawe thatflows from thefolds of yourmagnificence. Do not underestimatethe…

  • I love you

    because we arethe same,and I livefor the gettingof my in-jokesand BSG. I love youbecause you’renothing likeme:big, and wild,and dangerous,with somegreat livedstories to tell. I love youbecause youbring such greatand ofteninfuriatingperspective.Are you evenhuman?And how canchocolate notbe a recognised and appreciatedprimary food group? I actually haveno idea howto trulyloveyou, as Iwitness thecare and considerationyou applyto this everydaything…

  • Today

    I’m struck again by the joy of simple things. A great conversation with  a new friend. A lazy stroll with  someone you love. A sharp old-fashioned pencil. Solid, crisp paper. Freshly laundered bedding. The smell of coffee brewing. A random call from a dear friend. Kindness. Connection. Gratitude. The appreciation  of these things  is easily…

  • No mud

    no lotus. Looking at you I see right into your soul, your humanness, your things that you wished you hadn’t done. And I love you. I open my bad shit cupboard and I show you: my weakness, my stumble, my falling off a cliff, your hand strokes my belly, a part of me that you…

  • I had to pee by myself, and other atrocities

    Isn’t it funny how you can only really miss someone, once they are not there? Only, it’s not funny at all! These random happiness gaps  that special people leave in your life, albeit temporarily, can be super  inconvenient at best, and quite devastating at worst. So today, know that there is a you-shaped hole in…

  • 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…