Family

Tucked in.

Tucked in. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Tucked in. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I remember lying in bed as a child listening to my family talk happy noise as I pretended to sleep.

I remember how safe and at home it felt to have that chaos so nearby. Not having to be a part of it but being a part of it anyhow.

A party for no particular reason other than it's a Friday or Saturday night.

I probably slept on my parent’s lap at the pub, or on the couch at my cousin’s house. Carried to the car, cuddled all the way home and then put into bed.

Tucked in.

Night.

Love

Luke

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Chosen family.

Chosen family. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Chosen family. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I spoke to my beautiful friend Billie last night.

We’d been trying to connect for weeks, without success, and then finally the stars aligned.

It’s comforting to be back with someone who knows me so well. Who loves me so deeply.

Her little boy asked if “Luke was our family?” 

“Why, yes…he is”

We are a part of each other’s chosen family.

Which is an honour for me.

A real honour.

Love

Luke

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At home.

At home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

At home. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

After being out in the country I love to arrive home and feel the generosity of my house.

It’s comfy, not perfect, but perfectly good enough for me to feel at home.

I’m at home in my home.

Which is a lovely thing.

Love

Luke 

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Being messy and real.

Being messy and real. Drawing Luke Hockley

Being messy and real. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I’m so damn proud of the people around me being so damned awesome.

Feeling things and being messy and learning about themselves and just generally being real.

It makes me feel like I can keep trying to do the same thing for myself.

Love

Luke

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Like family.

Like family. Drawing Luke Hockley

Like family. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I was raised in a loving, kind and generous family.

It was far from perfect, which was perfect for me.

I know that not everyone has such a positive experience of being in a family.

But I like to think that as adults we can create that for ourselves.

I’ve been running Campfire as a monthly event for around 3 years now. I like to think that one of the reasons people come along is because, for a night, it’s an opportunity to look after the people around you like they are family.

To give them space if they need space, to chat and bring them out of their shell if that’s what they need. To be with them as they are awkward and funny and playful and shy and sad and whatever they are. To help them know that it is ok to be themselves all the time…but especially here, now when we gather around the Campfire and share with each other.

All that we need is for you to be you so that I can be me.

When I say that Campfire is like a Family Concert…that’s what I mean.

Love

Luke

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Sharing a meal.

Sharing a meal. Drawing Luke Hockley

Sharing a meal. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I like to cook a meal for people I love.

I don’t know why.

It gives me a sense of satisfaction. A feeling of connection.

I like people to feel well fed and satisfied.

Sharing a meal together can do that.

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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My friend Billie.

My friend Billie. Drawing Luke Hockley.

My friend Billie. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’ve been at my parent’s house for so many days now that I’ve lost track of what my usual rhythms and structures are.

That’s the magic of this time between Christmas and New Year. It belongs neither to last year nor to next year.

It is a timeless transition.

Yesterday my friend Billie and her family (Dale, Odin and Violette) called in for a cup of tea (with my brother Tom and Dad and Mum) and some back-yard water fights (with my nephews Lucas and Daniel and I).

What a delight.

It was one of those unscripted life moments that couldn’t have been more perfect.

Billie and I danced together in a company for about 3 years. Touring and rehearsing and creating and performing…and laughing, so much laughing.

Yesterday our families got to be with each other in that joyful, light hearted play that really reminded me of the spirit we had in our lives when we first met.

What a delight.

Love

Luke

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That next day.

The next day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The next day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

That next day. The day after the day where everything is meant to happen. Where everything happens.

That next day has all the elbow room.

A swim and a drive and not much at all.

And the making chutney in the Thermomix, the eating left overs and left overs and left overs. The reading for hours. And then eating more and more, four kinds of left over dessert and 3 kinds of home made biscuits with a cup of tea, and a cup of tea…and a cup of tea.

And nephews and playing and dinner with the family and too much food.

And dishes and a walk and no more cups of tea, please.

And a quiet, well chosen movie and then to bed with the air conditioner on because its still so very hot and still.

The next day, after the big day, is the day with all the space.

Love

Luke

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It’s joy, it’s full, it’s everything.

It’s joy, it’s full, it’s everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

It’s joy, it’s full, it’s everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It’s joy, it’s full, it’s everything...it’s Christmas.  

Breakfast sun and toasted cheese and a cup of tea. The ovens on and family messages. Asparagus, carrots, zucchini, potatoes and beans, oh and red onions. And all that meat. Cooked perfectly. Under cooked. Just cooked. Over cooked. Done and done. And piles of food and family and visitors and champagne drinks and gin and tonic. 

More plates of food and cups of tea and laughter under the old peppercorn tree (or at least underneath the place where it used to be.) 

A game of cards and taking a teenager for a spin on their newly minted L plates. A walk in the park with the dogs. Half an hour of some crap old movie. One more pile of dishes, move the tables, sweep the floor...one more cup of tea and an Aunty Dot’s biscuit, just squeezed them in, just.

And then bed. Surely. Bed. 

Yes. Bed. And a merry, merry Christmas.  

Love  

Luke.  

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