Lu Unfiltered

Tag: possibility

  • 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…

  • Tell me

    where yourstrong groundis.How youmade it so.And how manylifetimesit tookto construct.Who arethe peoplewho surroundand supportyou there?How DIDyou findthem? For wegrow, fromhumble beginnings.And imperfectfoundations causehavocover time.Yet weall hold thecapacity torevisit thesestarting places.To heal,and strengthen,and replenishuntil overflowinglyfull. So what are YOUbuilding onthe strongfoundation ofyour own construction?What does thatbeautiful skyscraperhold?And whatwill you leavebehindto nurturethis world? ~Lu

  • Dear One

    I lovethe tendernessthat is you.Your early morningslow fuzziness,awakening andnot quite readyto seize the day. I love the paradoxof your exuberant, almostblustery gambler.The chattiness of yournerd as hetalks to hisfavourite friend, me. I love thatI know that Icanprotect you,yet yours isthe solace I seek.Your carethe blanketthatstaves offthe chill ofeveryday living. You areindeedsomuch morethan Ihad hoped,and evenlonged…

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Husbands

    can be awkward.And ifyou’re aZaza, youget to useupmore thanone. Preferablynot atthe sametime. Hmm. I’mnot surewhat normalfolks do.I meanwith husbands.They seemquite dangerousin thewild.To be tamedwith care,good foodand man cavesperhaps? I’m notsure, see.I’ve had onethat I couldn’tkeep.And therelief inthat statementis palpable.Yet,I cravethe closenessof beingsomeone’sfirst choice.And to havethatbadge ofhonour, closeto my heart. Writing thisisexceedinglyuncomfortable,forin the wordsof Cher:I ama…

  • My love

    is green, like moss. Its luxury seeping inbetween your toes. An unexpected comfort in a time of need. My love  is rosegold. Like the early morning light lapping at the mountain. Full of optimism, and joy, its cloak of promise covering distance as far as the  eye can see. My love is blue. Like a…

  • Leonard Cohen knows stuff… obviously

    I’m so glad, that I said YES to this. Hmm. When was the last time that these words  passed your lips? Today? This week? This month? This year? Perhaps not, hey. For adulting is serious business, and all about risk mitigation. And really, fun is overrated. Only it isn’t. It’s fuel, for adding more great…