Finishing things.

 Finishing things. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Finishing things. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Finishing things is my great Achilles heel.

I just lose interest once the heat and excitement has gone out of it.

I’d rather move onto the next project.

But finishing things well is where the magic is at.

It’s where I get to resolve anything outstanding.

Tie the pieces together.

Let things go.

Finishing is a process of packaging things up and letting things go.

It takes the time that it takes.

Love

Luke.

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Day 1,046

The problem with men.

 The problem with men. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The problem with men. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The problem with men is that we are the problem and yet we are also the only tool we have to fix the problem, which is us.

It’s like trying to use a broken tool to fix itself.

The problem with all of that is that it feels intractable, insurmountable – and who wants to tackle something that is impossible to fix.

It’s like a giant ball of string that is all knotted up.

All I can do is find the end and start to unravel it.

Knot by knot.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,045

Responsibility.

 Responsibility. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Responsibility. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I am responsible.

As much as I might like to transfer that responsibility to someone else, I can’t.

That wouldn’t be fair.

I am responsible.

That’s all there is to it.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,044

The boatman’s call.

 The boatman’s call. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The boatman’s call. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Over the last few months I have been on an odyssey.

Alone on a boat witnessing the magnificent and the unspeakable.

I’ve had radio contact with the world.

But getting the boat back to shore has been my sole responsibility.

I chose this sea voyage, I wanted to take it and feel proud of myself for making it home again.

On the voyage I have met many incredible women who are navigating their boats with such skill, I’m in awe.

Taking this voyage has been uncomfortable, risky and sometimes has even felt dangerous. So, why did I want to do this?

I thought it might help change something that needs to be changed.

I thought, maybe, that other men would be inspired to get in a boat and join me. Men who really need to step off the safety of shore and experience the world from the perspective of the wild and untamed ocean.

When I was at sea I did my best not to ask the women I saw to take responsibility for me. But I saw them help each other, in a way that I’ve not really been helped by men in my life.

And I realised why it was important for me to get back to shore.

To ask men to help each other have the emotional strength to get in their boats and sail with me.

Last night a small group of men answered my call. That, in their own ways, they have been venturing out into the ocean too.

Now I’ve got more than radio contact, I can see them on the ocean with me and I know, if I need them, they will be on the ship with me, helping us get safely back to shore.

And, for me, when I experienced this, the healing began.

Love

Luke.

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Day 1,043

Being everything.

 Being everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Being everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

When the light punches through the clouds in shards of joy

I can understand why humans invented god

What other possible explanation for this miracle?

How could this be explained

In any way

Other than an omniscient being?

I can’t help but wonder

If this invention

Made us separate

From the real miracle

Of people

Being nature

And nature

Being everything.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,042

Alby won’t sleep.

 Alby won’t sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Alby won’t sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Alby won’t sleep.

His little eyes drifting, teetering on the edge…then alert!

Fidgeting to wake himself up.

Wanting and not wanting sleep.

I know that place so very well.

Sleep is a miracle when it comes easily and a mystery when it doesn't.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,041

Mountain climbing is difficult stuff.

 Mountain climbing is difficult stuff. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Mountain climbing is difficult stuff. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Mountain climbing is difficult stuff.

It is the unknown that takes the most energy to manage.

The sudden cliff face, the random change in weather, the dry creek bed when you are almost out of water.

But we climb anyhow.

Why?

I think it is because eventually the view from the top of the mountain is worth it. The perspective it provides, the richness, the fulfilment, makes the challenges worth enduring.

That’s what I think.

I wonder if climbing actual mountains is as difficult and rewarding as climbing metaphorical ones?

Love

Luke

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Day 1,040