Lu Unfiltered

Tag: possibility

  • What happens

    when youjust breathe?When you simplysit, by yourself.Staring into space.No phone.No need to talk.Just being. Discomfort, for sure!Yet as you stickwith it,it seeps intoyour bones.The quiet. The easy.The huge exhale. It’s stuck, deepinside your chest, afterweeks, months, orsometimes, even yearsof holdingyour breath. Of struggle, of disappointment,of getting up, bruised. Exhaling setsyou free. It’s beautiful,simple rythme. Feelyour…

  • There is

    nothing equalabout love.There, I said it.It ebbs and flows,like a low, constant,hummingvoltagebetween two beings.The wavesdramatic, from oneend,some days,and short and cozyon others. We don’t lovealike, just likewe don’t experiencecoffee or chocolatealike. And thatsimply adds toits near perfection. For to lovefreely, and tobe loved generouslyin return, isperhaps oneof the most trulymagnificent thingsthataren’t things, onecan experience. So…

  • Life

    feels complexsometimes. Deadlines,harshness,not-good-enoughness. Yet hearing,the good news,of wonderful thingshappeningto great people,instantly remindsus of the joy ofliving. Yay for thesegreat daysof new beginnings,opportunities andshared wonder. Yay too for the manygreat people,seeing themgrow andprosper into theirfull, glorious selves! Good newsshared, doubles!This I know,for sure. ~Lu

  • Ever stop

    to think, thatall the moments,experiences andthings thathave happened inyourlife, broughtyou to thisvery place?As in, right here.Right now. This isinteresting, is itnot?So perhaps,the challenge you’refacing, right now, isa thingthat means more,to your resilience andgrowth, than mightinitially meetthe eye. Just a thought.Use it, don’tuseit. ~Lu

  • And then

    the sun licksever so gentlyat the back of my neck.Dogs leashed,grass green,wind calm. We stroll,because wecan and becausethis glorious pocketof just beingalive,exists. We have nowhereto go, other than,eventually, home formore coffee andwater licks. We have no one topleaseother thanourselves. Sniffsgalore, andplenty to explore. We mosey.We loiter.Caught upin thismomentof summerforever. ~Lu

  • 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.…

  • And today

    I’m remindingmyself thatlife really is bestlivedin thetiny details.That first sip of a greatcup of coffee. Thatquick chat witha friendly stranger.That momentwhen things“just” feelnice. Yeah, the BIG highsare fantastic. In mostlives though, theytend to be quite few, andfar between.Leaving a wastelandof average days and moments,to be contended with, and toblossom intomeaning. Life is for living, at…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.…