Lu Unfiltered

Tag: life

  • This path

    willbe restored.The currentpooled-up stiffnesswill givewayto flow.The sun’s rayswillcaressyour faceagain,the shivers ofwinter ebbingaway.The leavesof autumnwillsoftenyour footsteps.And thedarkwill comeagain. Yet youwill alwaysbe there,with you.And today’sdarknessand uncertaintywill shift andtransforminto knowing.You willpack it away,having sippedthe deep wisdomit brings. And you willchange,as yourone preciouslife continuesto unfurl,the fern frondof your destinyswaying tothe gentlebreeze oftime. ~Lu

  • When

    they leave,they take a pieceof us withthem.To a placewhere itcan neverbe retrieved from. When theyleave,words arepointless aswe stand byhelplessly,steeped inunbearable pain. When they leave,we tellourselvesstories of neverever lovinganother dog. Everagain. When theyleave, wefeel shameat having letthem go, whilebeing brave forprotecting themfrom furthermisery. When theyleave, weblame ourselvesfor all theshould havesand could haves. When theyleave, wejust miss…

  • Inside

    ofourselves,we carrythe mostbeautifulthings.Experiencesand story. The uniquestory thatmakesus, us. Our livedlivesand thewaythat wesee theworld. What isyour story?What doyou tellyourselfabout this, yourone preciouslife? What doyou highlight?And savour?And avoidlooking atand into? These arethe momentsthat defineyou.You now,and theamazingpersonyou get to growinto. And what aboutothers’ stories?What areyou addingto those?Love, light, orsomethingdarkerand moregritty? I believe thatthere’s verylittle that isprofoundlyright, or wrong,Instead,there’s…

  • I’m sorry

    I’m here forsomeoneelse.Only I’mnot.I’m here tobe fully consumed,by you. To be held,to be nurtured.To be in awe of.And to gasp at.To bea source ofgreat amusement,even comedy.To beconfused by,to be lovedby,to befully me.With allthe weird danglybits. And thefeelings,and the big laughs,and the contemplationand uncertainty.And joyousabandon. I’m hereto be.Withyou. ~Lu

  • Sustenance

    where do youfind yours,in this oneprecious life?Do you have sometucked away inthe soft warmrubs of yourdog’s tummy?The lazy smile ofyour lover?The smell of yourmorning coffee,and that tiny mouthwateringmoment beforethe first sip? Have you made spacefor it on yourbookshelf? Orperhaps betweenthe pages of yourfavourite books?In the gentle kindnessof dear friendsperhaps?Or in thoseawe inspiring momentsin nature, when…

  • 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

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…

  • She is

    at first glancea smallish browndog.Kinda arb looking,happy.Tail tipped white.Lineage largelyspeculative,politely referred toasa mixed breed. Yet to experienceher,is to truly live.Joy aboundsas she terrorisesus early morning:“Wanna play, or what?” My constant shadowon work fromhome days:“Are you going to eat that? I can help you out right now!”I smile at herpolite sit,perfectly poisedand readyfor any andall adventure.…

  • The Dragon

    sleeps peacefullynow.Her bright scalespangolined intoa cosy ball.Her yellow eyesclosed,and dead tothe world.What remainsof herfire: afew tinyembers. She is contentin the knowingthatshe willrise again.She willpierce the skywith roarsand fire. The girlopens her eyes,feet findingthe floor.Coffee,contemplation.The questofanother day. Grateful forthe opportunityto do good,to add beautyto the world.To make adifference,to add wonder,to every interaction,and hope toeveryhumanshe meets. This…

  • 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…