Lu Unfiltered

Tag: possibility

  • I make

    myself small.Head down,body foldedup.I wantto beinvisible, orrun, far away.Puttinghuge distance betweenmeand thisterrible thing. I don’twhat to beexposed. Asweak, as stupid,as thinking moreof myself,than I should. Ofbeing found outasnot beinggood enough.With aspirationsabove myrather modeststation. I watch this movieunfold. In my head,and inmy body.Discomfort,panic and clammy palms. I stay withit.And ask: If not me, then who?Where is…

  • Luckily

    great reminders,fromthe universe, comein manyfine forms. Like themessage froma friend, notingthat your currentstate really isa significantly betterchoice thanits exactopposite. Which seemsobvious at firstglance, yetis somethingthat youmayhave completelyoverlookedduringyour ownrumination. And thisone sentenceliterallyisthe crackin everything,which ishow the lightgetsin. Thank you, dear one.You knowexactlywho you are. ~Lu

  • Whoever said

    that wehadto beserious allthe time?No smiling,just focus.Adultingto the max. Feck! How drearythese pretendsophisticationdays are,in my life.They suckpiles!And thatcrazy, sullengirlinside mewhingesnear constantly… This is nowayto live.Where thereisnojoy, there isnomeaning. There, I saidit,for it reallyisso. Play, in all itsglorious forms,isessential,to everydayhappiness. ~Lu

  • 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…

  • She is

    a moment,of pure oxygen.Lighteningin a bottle.A shootingstar, anaurora. Be be lookedupon,by her,is to be trulyseen. Somepeople are“just” likethis. They inspire.They see and fanyour spark.They fillan entire banquetofcups.To overflowing. So today,let’s celebratethese amazingcreatures.Circe, Lakshmi,Freyja, andthe girl nextdoor. ~Lu

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • A fireside chat, for J

    There isa fireinsideher.Beyond theexco notes,and school drop-offs.The sensible sandals,and theyogalatesstretches. It findsher. In thewide openspaces, sheseeks.The dancingflames,licking, hintingatthat lifeless ordinary. The wild, untamed.The warrior,that is her. Embers leftfor dead,inside herheart… Yearningfor thestiring ofair. A twigto snap, a bravepoker-holder tomake his way closer… Yet still,the fire burns…Lapping atthe wetness ofher cheeks,the bow ofher back. Theheaviness,which can…

  • The luxury of time

    I wassurprised, to findthis… Hidinginside a tent flap,by a river, whileholding anactual book. I lingered, feelingthe minutesdrag by.The gentlebuzzing ofrandom flyinginsects, thedeliciousnessof yet anothercup of coffee.My bare feet,toes wriggling… I just was.There,in those moments,filled withnothingnotable, yet sogloriously memorable.Rush wasmissing, anda languid easespreadeverywhere… Slow walks.Noticing clouds.Wind in trees.Water flowing backwardsas the sun played with and confusedour…

  • I feel

    and todayit’shard.It blisters andthere arethick, heavy tearshurting the backof my throat. I’m learningsomething new, andit’s excruciating.I feel sosmall.So insignificant.And exposed toeveryone else’sInsta-life versionof this.I’m failing dismally. That makesmesad. Andangry. Andconfused.And heartsore.And asfar as Ican tell,there’s no wayto miraculously solvethis.The only wayisthrough.This I know.Yet I winge andwhine andwish itwas different.I really wanttolearn thisthing.To be greatat it,to…