Lu Unfiltered

Tag: possibility

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…

  • The Dragon

    sleeps peacefullynow.Her bright scalespangolined intoa cosy ball.Her yellow eyesclosed,and dead tothe world.What remainsof herfire: afew tinyembers. She is contentin the knowingthatshe willrise again.She willpierce the skywith roarsand fire. The girlopens her eyes,feet findingthe floor.Coffee,contemplation.The questofanother day. Grateful forthe opportunityto do good,to add beautyto the world.To make adifference,to add wonder,to every interaction,and hope toeveryhumanshe meets. This…

  • The beauty

    is inthe actualliving.It’s in the gritand also the grace.It’s in theshowing up,the failing.The disappointment,and even theheartache. It’s in theI-should-have-known-bettersand theactually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.It’s in the moment,the present.That gift of fullemersioninto a single breath,a single instant,a piece of realness,some may even call it heaven.When everythingelsefalls away.And you are“just” there.In the very fullest of yourbeing. That’s it.That’s where the beautyliesstill,waiting,watching,hopingfor…

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…

  • The Liontamer

    yep,she’s still intheresomewhere.The bright redcoat,the shiny gold buttonsand matchingtrim.The elegantwhite gloves,their sparklingrivetscatching the big toplights.And the whip.Held, wrist slightlyextended,just so.Eyes on the prize. Only,she’s actually ananimal lover,who no longereats meat,and she knowswhere the big fiveare meant toroam magestically free. It was never reallyabout lions though,was it?It was about chasingdown thosebig dreams,that could be spectacularfailures.About walking…

  • Hope

    is nota strategy.Really?It’s the spun titaniumthreadthat keeps usfrom dropping toour deathsin the deep, darknessof the abyss.For the loss ofhopeis trulydismal.Thereliterally is nopoint.To anything,or anyone. And yes,In my own life,I often forgetto nurture thisdelicate beast.Insteadplodding forwardlike an ogre seekinga rare gem,feet pounding,hands clutching,in the dark.The lack of illuminatinghope, keelhaulingwhat littlemomentum,I thoughtI’d achieved. So today’sanother script flip.I’m…

  • What

    inconspicuous actioncould youtaketoday?Tomoveyourself closer toyour cheese.That bighairy, audaciousgoal,which may bescaring thecrap outof you…round aboutnow? It mightbe as simpleas puttingon someredlipstickto face achallengingday whereyour gremlinsare runningwild withtheir snottycommentaryabout you,your worth,or simply yournew bangs. It might beclosing a physicaldoor, tomake spacefor yourselfto expandinto creation,setting freethose innerdemons, or runningfree in thelush greenfields of yourdelicious creativeflow. It might bethe…

  • Name it

    to tame it.These wise wordsfound metoday.I’m a writer.The prospect makesme feeltruly fulfilled,and completelypetrified.At once.Or perhapsexcited, andafraid.I have a destiny,a piece to addto the bigger puzzleof my life,and perhapsyourstoo.To give backsome ofthe blessingsI’ve so freelyreceived. Name it, totame it.I love you.With a passion thatsurprises,thrills, and alsotriggers thescary monster in the closet greys,all at once.This love couldconsume…

  • What if

    I toldyouthat the magicstartstoday? With onesmallgesture.One do-differently.One newconnection.One momentofdiscomfort.One breathofenvisioningfull cream livingforyourself. You,in technicolour.You,adding tothe world,exactly asyoushould. ~Lu