Lu Unfiltered

Tag: new beginnings

  • One year

    later,and here weare. Who knew thatthings couldbe so simple,and also socomplicated, allat once. I was rightthat day, thinking:this guy.We found ourflow, the easyrhythm of dogkisses in the morning. I learned to bequiet, and notfill those early morningspaces withquestions.I learned thatsomeone could bethrillingly exciting,and incredibly safe, atthesametime. And that I reallydo likethe look of you,and the…

  • Dear Friend

    Some doors open,and other doors close.Perhaps,not quite in thetit-for-tat way thatsuper optimists imply.Yet,here you are: on the cuspof an amazingadventure. I wish you well. Andas the thread thatbinds our livestogether stretchesover13,000 kilometers,I know thatyou will flourish,grow, andexpand into anotherpart of your trueself.The dust ofcomfortable, everydaylivingfalling away to newthings, strangeplace, and unusualdialects. Then oneday, you’ll return,like…

  • 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…

  • For Chris

    I trustthat the wavesof yournew life arebeing kind.And thatyour curiosityis finding asoft landing withkindred spiritsin thisnew chapter. Our environmentsdo reinvent us,perhaps subtlyat first, yet overtime theyhelpunlock a newsense of whowe are, andcan grow into. This is my wishfor you: the additionof colour to yourfull-cream living. Newadventuresand pathways. Theunlocking, anddusting offof marvelousbitsof yourself, thatmay have slippedbehindthe…

  • 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…

  • Where to

    next?I ask, lookingdown into herseagreen eyes. You know,she smiles.You’re on your waythere,already.Keep going. I reach for herhand. Thistiny girlversion ofme.So sure ofherself. Soobviously capable,as she makessense of the world. What next?When I sitwith this question,and turn downthe noise of everydaylife,I do know.It’s in the whispers ofthe cool breeze, combingthrough a forest oftrees.It’s in the slow…

  • 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

  • Early Days

    and dopaminehighs,yet wepersist. Things changeshape and therhythm ofour sharedlife changesgears. Yet herewe are.Content,smittenand temptingfate as sheholds herblood staineddouble-edged sword. When willshe comefor us my love?Time willtell. Yet perhapsthis time,she’s on our side?For shehas seen thepaths wetravelled toget tothis placeof respiteand comfort.This placeof everydaybliss,and perhaps,just perhapsshe has biggerfish to fry,than us. I look atyou in marvel,your…

  • 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

  • Enough

    talking,the girl says,looking at thewomen. It’s time forus to dothe thing. We’vespent toomuch timehiding,or rather you have.I’ve been herethe whole time,waiting foryou totake my handand stepon out,over the ledge. You knowwe have wings,right?You know we’llnot fall to ourdeaths… This time. Her hand a babyhamster in mine.All soft and dainty,moistin its naivety. Yet I knowthat she…