Lu Unfiltered

Tag: life

  • When

    the gremlinscome calling,they are scary, andcunning. They talk to us,in our own voices,knowing,we’ll believethe horrible thingsthey arethrowing around,their sole aimbeingtobask in oursorrow.They are gluttonsgrowing faton our fear,and shame,and the shadowsof ournot-good-enoughs. They prefer usweak,and small,and doubting.Oh howthey enjoythese things. And we canstay there. Hidingunder the bed,or in thecloset.Breathing hard,chest wetfrom our owntears. Or.We can simplycall…

  • Bring the cheese

    and be super corny? Sure!Tell peopleexactly howmuchyou lovethem. And whatyou appreciate aboutthem.Even ifit scares you,or makesthat weirdvomit feelinghappen in yourstomach. Tell them.Today.Tell them.Often.Tell them.Explaining theexact magnificenceyou see.Your lense is unique,a secret windowinto their soul.And thismoment,this veryopportunity,may never berepeated again.Much like a oncein a lifetimesale,on your favouritething. So takea deepbreath.Write thattext.Make that call.Be silly.Be fun,be honest,be…

  • Chapters

    in books are soeasyto spot.A neat titlepage,often also anindex upfront,indicating exactlywhen a new chapterstarts. Life is notlikethis.We oftenstumble fromday to day,only to lookback weeks,months, oreven yearslater,surprisedby aha momentsof new beginnings,changes inhowwe feel,and occasionallyeven whoweare. Why am Icallingthis outtoday?Well, it’sto remind myself,and you,that we areconstantly learningand growing.And thisincludes closingout oldchaptersin our livesto makespacefor newones… So looking…

  • What are

    the storiesyou tell yourself,when you’realone in your bed?Or in thatdark placewe all go to hide,which also happensto hide ourlight? What arethe storiesyou tellyourselfwhen you’re ridingthe waveof unexpectedwindfalls andgrace? Have you perhaps,like me,forgotten thatyou are thesameperson, in boththese instances?Yet these strories,are very likelyto beuniversesapart. Why does thismatter, Dear One?It matters becausethe story setsthe course,it trims your…

  • I tell

    youthat you’reawesome,quite often. This freeexchange of admitting thegenuineemotions I experience,surprises me,perhaps evenmore sothan the actualemotion. I like you,and you’reamazingand I’d likeyou to knowthat. And yes,I know you’renotperfect.And I’m exceedinglygrateful to havedodged thebullet ofhaving to live witha perfect human being,or worse,one who perceivesthemselvesassuch. So this ismepopping inwith thisveryrealreminder:you mission, shouldyouchoose to accept it,is toremember tocelebrate yourawesomenessdaily.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

  • Peeling onions and other tricky life bits

    So the storygoesthat one canavoid cryingwhile peelingonions,by biting intoa match,and havingthe flint endhang out,not unlikeAndy Cap. Peeling humansseems to bea similarlytricky pursuit,although I’mnot quite sureofwhat oneshould bite into… For humansand understandingthem,and what you findas you peelback the layers,can be supertricky.For we area truly flawedspecies of equallyflawed individuals,and mostof us,prefer not toloose face. So what now?Does…

  • Ever

    take a knifeto a gunfight? Ever walkinto a dingy,dark alleyand realisethat thatwas a ratherrookie mistake? Ever have amoment sittingwith a strangerwhohas his fingerup your nose? Metaphoricallyor real,these moments,if survived,certainly bringclarity,albeit after thefact. Canthis new friendbe trusted?Is this the right path?Does one trulyneed a nosering?Or a nipplepiercing?And if so,which one? And whatabout anothertattoo? Or simplya new…

  • And then

    we talkand I blowthe doors of my heartwide openexposing my fearand panic.And I literallysay exactly what’scrept under myskin,suddenly appearinglike an itchytapeworm,the compulsionto scratchso strong,while my blooddrips slowlyto the floor. And you tellme what I need toknow,and it’s not pretty,or tidy, or sugar-coated.It’s gritty, and horribleand tender, andreal, and itbreaksmy hearteven more open,to love you,to keep…

  • The kindness

    of strangers,can betricky toanticipate andunderstand,at the bestof times,and at the worst,can leave onequite flabbergasted. See,kind people reallyarejust kind.It has very littleto do withyou,their oftenunintended audience. So really,much likeothergreat thingsthat happenin life,it’s very muchhappenstance. This meansthatpeople will indeedbe people,and showyouexactly whothey trulyare.All you haveto doissit up,take notice,and tally thescore,so to speak,remembering alwaysthat you too,are a person,and…