Tag: life
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It is often
impliedthat the realbrains of theoperation, isin fact Batman. Yet today, especially,I will object.For if youareluckyenough to havea Robin inyour life, youhave truly arrived. A person of character,of grit. One to faceand succeedstorms with. One to laugh andcoffee with.One to listen to,and be awed by. Onewho has prosperedand grown over decadesofconsistent effort… This is wherethe magic…
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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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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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For M, on a blustery day
There isthisplacecalled the in-between.The teais a little insipid,and theblankets a tadtoo fluffy.It’s a placeof doomscrollingand boredom.A placeof feelingsmall andunseen.No muscle is stretched,noangst is hadto achieve a seeminglyunreachable goal. Upon arrival hereit maybriefly feellike a place ofrespite. Of rest.A havenworth lingering.Yet the dullnesssoon swallowsone up, like quicksandpooling, ankle deep. The challengeof this place is notto leave…
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And they lived
happilyever after.Only, theydidn’t…Because theyhad bills topay, and childrento grow,and laundryto do, andhouses tokeep tidy.And deadlinesto meet.And suppersto plan,and cook.And dishesto do… somanydishes. And somewherebetweenall of thesethings. Themagic seepedaway… slowly at first.A missedkiss,a cursory glance. Oneof them,may even havefelt thisloss of heat, of tenderness,and decidedto do… Nothing.Or perhapsthere was no actualdecision. Just life,the realness andthe grit.…
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My love
this thingof oursis so fragile.Like early morningcobwebs, it gleamsand delightswith prisms of light through dewdrops.Radiant rainbows abound.Yet one smallgust of wind, orthe merest of tugsmay send it flying. My heart aches atthe prospectof its delicacy. Itis weak, andincapable ofgirding its own loins. And soI guard itin my heart. Knowingthat wehave bothbeen downthis road before.And thatdisappointmentmay…
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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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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