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Something so delightful.

Something so delightful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Something so delightful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Something so delightful

In my life

People around the Campfire.

Breakfast with friends

Alby asking for cuddles

Cup of tea and life plans with family

Sewing buttonholes on the train

Dinner with family

Phone call with loved ones.

Something so delightful.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,370

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All the way home

All the way home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

All the way home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A full day.

Talking, talking.

Busy airport, full aeroplane, chaos in the carpark.

Then something unexpected happens.

I step into a quiet taxi.

A gentle driver sits comfortably in silence whilst I look out the window and listen to Smooth FM play quietly, oh so quietly, on his radio.

It’s a relief.

I reach for my phone…almost, better use this window…to do something…almost…fall into…then I do something.

Really important.

Nothing.

All the way home.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,359

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Each beat

Each beat. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Each beat. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Each beat

Means I’m still connected

To the love

To life

Thank you

Each time

Thank you

Thank you

Love

Luke

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Day 1,358

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Our Hugh Jackman

Our Hugh Jackman. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Our Hugh Jackman. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

As the result of a random gift from someone we had never met (via a very generous Aunty Rosemary) we just had the pleasure of spending an evening being entertained by Hugh Jackman.

It was all kinds of fabulous.

But my absolute favourite part of the evening was the memory of my Aunty Loris proudly displaying a newspaper cut out of ‘our Hugh’ on her fridge…telling me incredulously of her niece (my cousin) who could have married Hugh.

She liked Hugh for the same reason we like Hugh. He’s so damn nice, talented, hard working, entertaining and generous.

I loved the show. And I loved having Aunty with me again for an evening.

Thanks Hugh.

Love

Luke.

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Day 1,349

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Older.

Older. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Older. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m noticing myself getting older.

I keep seeing a metaphor of an old chipped tea pot.

Well loved, functional, stained full of memories, comforting.

There is no getting around time.

I’m not sure if I ever thought there was.

As I get older it becomes clearer that enjoying the spoils of lived life…well what other choice do I have?

To fight is futile. Isn’t it?

The risk of all this “acceptance” is that I subconsciously begin to accept other people’s ideas about what getting older means.

The world has a lot of ideas about all of this that hold no interest for me. But it is easy to start thinking in those frames when they are communicated so clearly and with such strength.

(I know I’m not ‘old’, I know I’m ‘in the middle’, I’m saying older…we all get older every day)

The remedy to all of this is being in this moment.

I am this being, right here, right now.

I can do and say and think the things I can do and say and think right now.

That’s it.

That’s all of it.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,346

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Beautiful but damaged.

Beautiful but damaged. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Beautiful but damaged. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I had a bad dream last night.

A house that was haunted, but beautiful, but damaged.

We wanted to live in it.

Reimagine it.

Reinvent.

Restore it.

I felt frightened that the house was too damaged to regenerate.

But moved into it anyway.

When I woke up, I could feel the house was me.

That the haunted, damaged past was part of the beauty.

I could see that ghosts of events that happened through me are not me.

A kind piano to play,

in the corner,

sings the darkness away.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,345

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I long for New York and a Ben hug

I long for New York and a Ben hug. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I long for New York and a Ben hug. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,
I just spoke with my mate Ben, who lives in New York. It has been over a year since we spoke.

Our friendship is blessed with that comfortable ability to be at a distance without us becoming really distant.

Like all things it needs attention to keep the thread connected, it was time we spoke.

Technology has done so much damage, I know, but one of its most valuable attributes is its ability to bring the vibrancy of a New York soundscape at 7pm on a Friday into my Saturday morning  lounge room in Melbourne.

We’ve known each other since we were in our very early 20’s...We’ve reached the stage now where we are starting to notice the marks of time upon our lives. Both our physical and emotional worlds...the things to celebrate, the things to lament but also embrace.

Thinking about it now I long for New York and a Ben hug.

A barely known adventure of a city and the comfort of someone who doesn’t know the latest ‘drama’ in my life and so, therefore, knows me all the better.

Someone who has seen me ‘at it’ long enough to appreciate my small, complex, contradictory, but ever inching forwards, progress, failure and success. And a city that is the perfect back drop to long, meandering conversations about that adventure.

Randomly, many of my friends are travelling, or living, outside of Melbourne right now.

Unusually the space, this distance, helps me appreciate them more right now.

Normally this would be a moment of intense loneliness. 

Not so...

Perhaps this is a mark of some internal change, dare I say progress... 

Yes, let’s say it’s that.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,341

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The rhythms of my life.

The rhythms of my life. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The rhythms of my life. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Holidays are a kind of limbo to me.

A partial suspension of things.

Some things are great to have a break from…but some things I don’t need to take a break from.

Actually, as much as I love a holiday…I don’t ‘need a break’ the way I hear other people talk about ‘needing a break’.

I like holidays because I get some deep time with people that I care a lot about…but I also miss a lot of my day to day life.

I enjoy the rhythms of my life.

That’s a lovely thing to realise.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,327

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The things I do.

The things I do. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The things I do. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The things I do.

Things I don’t expect I would do.

Uncomfortable things.

Unusual things.

Ridiculous things.

Difficult things.

Funny things.

For the people I love.

The things I do.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,325

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I can only live today.

I can only live today. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I can only live today. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Looking forwards there is so much to worry about.

What’s going to happen?

How will things work out?

Will things work out?

I’m afraid of ending up alone.

There’s nothing I can do about tomorrow.

Today, I’m not alone.

I can only live today.

Tomorrow is for tomorrow.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,320

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