Keep moving, gently.

Keep moving, gently. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Keep moving, gently. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

All the muscles in my back are very sore.

Spasming even.

Not an extreme, I can’t move, I’ve done some real damage kind of spasm.

More…a bit tight, and then…oh – I’ve cricked my neck damn it…kind of spasm.

Obviously, this is me responding to my new adventures in moving again. For the last few years I have been reasonably fit, but it has been a weightlifting at the gym kind of fit. Not a move through three-dimensional space kind of fit.

My instant response though is to assume there is some big problem. I’m worried that if my body responds like this maybe I am too old to move in this way? To be clear…I haven’t been doing anything extreme…for a dancer – but given I haven’t danced full time for quite some time, I suppose the range of movement, even if done gently, is going to stir things up.

Anyway, I was all worried. And then I remembered one of the first professional jobs I had as a dancer. I worked for a dance theatre company in Brisbane that used ballet as its foundation technique (which I had never done).

I remember waking up every day and running a super-hot bath and easing myself into it to try and get my back muscles to release. They were so tight and sore!

I was very young at the time.

So, I think this might be one of those things that happen when you get moving again. The solution at the time was to keep moving.

I think that’s the message here.

Keep moving, gently.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,152

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Why am I moving?

Why am I moving? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Why am I moving? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A few years ago, I used to be a full-time contemporary dancer.

Moving all day was something I loved. When I think of this time I feel a sense of completeness.

For a bunch of reasons, I stopped doing this full time.

One of the questions I had at the time was “Why am I dancing?”.

At the time dancing was my movement practice and it was my artform. I wouldn’t even have been able to separate these two things. I wouldn’t have known these two things were two parts of what I was doing. If you asked me, I would have just said I was a dancer.

Over the last decade or so I have unwoven these two things, accidently really.

I have looked to other forms to ask questions of the world as an artist and to keep myself moving.

I’ve discovered a lot about what I want to say as an artist…and that moving is one language to say that stuff with, but not the only and perhaps not my most powerful.

Also, I have just today realised, I am passionate about moving, full stop. Completely separately to the body’s ability to make art from moving. That moving is a human right. And that I once again want a life that involves a lot of moving.

“Why am I dancing?” has become “Why am I moving?”. The answer is pretty simply “Because I’m alive”.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,151

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I like to move.

I like to move. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I like to move. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I like to move.

I seem to have forgotten that, somehow.

It’s a very nice thing to remember.

I like to move.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,150

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A great life and a bad night’s sleep.

A great life and a bad night’s sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A great life and a bad night’s sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I just had a bad night’s sleep.

Staying in a hotel in Canberra and I had a bunch of mosquitos as my room mates and I didn’t do so much of the sleeping.

And another thing, my life is great. So very, very great.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,149

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The new day.

The new day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The new day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

With minimal fanfare and limited fuss I will get back on that horse and ride into the new day.

Love

Luke 

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Day 1,148

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Moving forwards.

Moving forwards. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Moving forwards. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Gentle, gentle.

Slowly, slowly.

One little piece, then the next.

This little step, then this one, and then the next.

And then I’m moving forwards again.

It is simple really.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,147

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Moving comes first.

Moving comes first. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Moving comes first. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

To be well I have to move.

I’ve known this for years.

But I’ve just learnt this lesson on a deeper level.

What I have learnt is that even though, if you asked me, I would have said that movement is critical to my wellbeing…deep down I still felt that it was a luxury, an extravagance an indulgence.

The amount of moving I have been doing on the last few weeks of holidays have been patchy.

And suddenly ‘out of nowhere’ sitting and writing at a computer is starting to be become unbearable. I’ve been feeling all out of sorts. Unable to focus properly, feeling irksome, unhappy for no reason (because I am very happy with my life).

Yesterday I returned to base camp.

I dedicated a chunk of time to movement. And listening to what my system needs. And yes, this worked.

And it taught me something very important.

Moving is not an optional thing I add on top of my busy life. It is a foundation that enables everything else.

Moving comes first. Then the other things can flourish.

This year I will be bold about that.

It feels a little scary.

But I’ll reap the rewards.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,146

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Coming back home.

Coming back home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Coming back home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I lose myself too easily.

I forget what’s important, think that I am invincible…indestructible.

Act in ways that don’t take my bests interest into due consideration.

And then, eventually I come back home.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,145

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Plans, big plans.

Plans, big plans.

Plans, big plans.

Dear Self,

I’ve got big plans.

I’m not even really sure what they are, but I can feel them, building up like a storm.

Brewing.

I kind of know some things about them. But not everything.

It's a moment to trust myself.

To know that I know, deep down, what’s going on.

The details will emerge and make themselves clear eventually.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,144


Each day I write myself a letter and share it with the world in the hope that it will inspire others to reflect deeply upon who they are and help them believe they can do incredible things to make the world a better place. Realising our potential, in my opinion, begins with the act of kindness towards ourselves.

This is an epic project. One that gives me great personal satisfaction and growth. These are beautiful things that don’t pay the bills. If you would like you could help out with that. You can buy some stamp money (a one off purchase to show your appreciation) or you could become my supporter. I’d love to have you on board.

Also, you could make the world a better place by being kind to yourself and acting, in some small way, on that thing you wanted to do that you aren’t sure you can do. I reckon you can do it. And if you can’t, you’re going to be ok anyhow.


I love the rhythm of my life.

I love the rhythm of my life. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I love the rhythm of my life. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The thing about holidays is that the rhythm of my life goes all haywire.

It seems like it is ideal.

Freedom!

I can do what I want, sleep when I want, watch movies when I want, exercise when I want, eat when I want…

And that all sounds perfect, except it does not suit my constitution.

I am a creative soul who is incredibly nurtured by rhythms and structures.

I love deciding, in advance, what is important to me and then structuring my time to reflect that.

The decisions about what I will be doing when are then taken care of.

Time away from such a schedule is great, for a moment, but I tend to let go of the fundamental things that keep me balanced. Movement, writing this letter early each day, eating my meals at regular times, getting enough sleep…

Maybe I need to build a holiday rhythm? So that way I can have time away from the everyday but not lose the fundamentals?

Also, it’s nice to have a break every now and then, but the everyday is not a punishment I need to escape.

It is comforting to know that I love the rhythm of my life.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,143


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