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Running in the rain

Running in the rain. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Running in the rain. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Today a friend of mine and I ran in the rain

It was joyful and outrageous and cold and uncomfortable and very satisfying.

Love

Luke

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Cold air.

Cold air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Cold air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The air this morning has that ‘just blown off the snowy mountains’ feel to it.

And I haven’t even been outside yet.

Winter is here. It seemed to take a while arrive this year.

I couldn’t get myself out of bed this morning and yesterday I didn’t feel like exercising. It can be hard to get moving when it is this chilly.

I did, however, get going. I went for a run in the cold air yesterday and, of course, it was great.

A fresh blast to get the day moving.

Now I just have to get myself off the couch and out of the house.

No worries!

Love

Luke

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Some wood.

Some wood. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Some wood. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Some wood burns much hotter than other wood.

How would you ever know that?

Unless you had a wood fire that you relied on for your warmth.

The stringy bark kind of wood doesn’t burn that well.

Redgum is the ideal wood, apparently…but we don’t have that on our property.

We’ve got a wood called Redbox, and that's a keeper that one.

It’ll burn long and hot.

Which is very good for making a house full of visitors feel warm and cosy.

Love

Luke

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A walk along the creek.

A walk along the creek. Drawing Luke Hockley

A walk along the creek. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I went for a walk yesterday along Merri creek with a dear friend of mine.

We had some things to talk about, which we did.

There was a moment where we stood under a bridge and played with how the sound reverberated off the massive bluestone arch.

This incidental, childlike playfulness is the stuff of magic.

When these experiences are missing, when a friendship becomes purely about some project or outcome or a working relationship…or much worse when it becomes just about working out conflict or having difficult conversations, then the relationship lacks the reserves to keep itself going.

I find it can be so easy to let these things slip, or not make the time and space for them to happen. They seem like ‘nothing time’, finding time to be bored together so that something light and curious emerges.

In my experience these spaces are where friendship is built.

Which is the most important time of all.

Love

Luke

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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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Hot and joyful.

Hot and joyful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Hot and joyful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Summer.

Hot and joyful.

Scrambled eggs and a cup of tea.

Family trips to a river.

Crafting with the kids and water fights.

Warm nights under the fan.

Hot days in the air-conditioning.

It’s summer.

Love

Luke

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I am nature.

I am nature. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I am nature. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Being with nature.

Putting my feet in the grass.

Picking the spent gardenia flowers from the bush, so that more can grow.

Looking at the growth of the Japanese maple leaves.

Seeing the striking red of the feijoa flowers blooming for the first time.

Picking some mint so I can bring the bright aroma into the house with me.

Being with nature?

Yes. It's my only option.

I am nature.

Love

Luke

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It is so hot.

It is so hot. Drawing Luke Hockley.

It is so hot. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It is so hot it is totally unreasonable.  

I’m hanging for a good night’s sleep.  

That’s my idea of heaven right now.  

Love

Luke

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Day 1,095

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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Tending the garden.

Tending the garden. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Tending the garden. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Tending the garden of life is a continuous process.

There is no day when it is done.

There is always something to check in on, something to prune, something to repot, something to pull out, something new to plant…

There are moments where you can sit back and enjoy the garden, but mostly I have to remember to enjoy the garden as I am busy creating it.

Otherwise I can miss the fact that it is a very beautiful garden.

Love

Luke

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