Health

Ah spring!

Ah spring! Drawing Luke Hockley.

Ah spring! Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Ah spring!

You are an utter joy and a bit of a pain in the arse.

The light! Oh, the light. The bursting forth or plants, the warmth creeping into the days…

And the unannounced snap back cold and the pollen, oh yes, the pollen that plays havoc with my head.

On balance, given the miracle of antihistamines, I’d have to give spring the thumbs up.

Mainly because I love watching the jasmine come to life.

Love

Luke

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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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Holding onto the thread of myself.

Holding onto the thread of myself. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Holding onto the thread of myself. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It is hardest to keep up this daily writing habit during the holidays.

All the edges fray.

I stop shaving.

I get to bed late.

I don’t wake at 6 am.

I don’t get out of bed and sit down and write.

The day becomes a deconstructed series of events that have fewer edges than normal…and I forget.

Why not just stop writing for the holidays?

I’ve thought about that.

I keep writing because it means through periods of rest and regeneration I keep a hold of the thread of myself.

Which I find valuable.

And comforting.

Love

Luke

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Nothing left to give…?

Nothing left to give…? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Nothing left to give…? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

One day, quite a few years ago, I was sitting on the step to our bungalow in our falling apart rental in Northcote enjoying a bit of sun when our cat, Mamma - who died a few years ago, came up and started rubbing against my legs.

My endless jar of honey had trained her to be brushed at the back step with a special brush…and she loved it. So, she was pretty insistent.

I was very frustrated.

I couldn’t be bothered.

I was tired and a bit over it and just wanted to sit in the sun and recharge.

Later that day, when my endless jar of honey arrived home, I complained to him about all this…

“She just kept insisting that I pat her…and I just couldn’t. I just didn’t have anything to give her!”

He looked at me, patiently and said…

“Maybe it’s not about what you’ve got to give her…”

Ahhh….of course.

This lesson, that I am deeply energised by giving what I have to other living things, comes back to me again and again.

One more reason to be grateful for the endless jar of honey in my life.

Love

Luke

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The upside.

The upside. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The upside. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The upside of a very hectic few weeks is that being on the other side of all that busyness can feel amazing. 

Love

Luke.  

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Exercise is a miracle.

Exercise is a miracle. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Exercise is a miracle. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Exercise is a miracle.

Exercise with a mate is pure magic.

I am in an intense week this week and pushed through a wall to get to the gym with my mate Nick.

I can not explain how good it was. How much it helped me feel like a human!

Exercise is a miracle!

Love

Luke

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Sometimes it hurts.

Sometimes it hurts. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Sometimes it hurts. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Sometimes I wonder if I am up for managing the breadth and intensity of the ideas I have for changing the world.

I feel a bit like a ghostbuster who is trying to control one of those big streams of light without crossing the stream with anyone else.

I see what needs to be changed, I have a sense of what that might look like, I imagine a way that could happen, I throw it out into the world…and I try and manage the chaos of that as best I can, doing as little damage to myself and those around me.

But I don’t always succeed.

Sometimes it hurts.

Which makes me feel like pulling back and hiding.

And I don’t know what to do with all that.

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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Anything I want.

Anything I want. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Anything I want. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

What if I could do anything I want for one day?

What would I do?

I’d sew and sing and spend time with people I love.

Ok.

Done.

Love

Luke

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My body has things to say...

My body has things to say. Drawing Luke Hockley.

My body has things to say. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I don’t like to think of my body as something separate to my mind. I find thinking/talking in this way reinforces the idea that my body and my mind are somehow “separate” and have the option to operate independently of each other.  

That’s why I have personally stopped using ‘mind’ and ‘body’ as much as possible...replacing them with the idea of  ‘thinking’ and ‘movement’. The body and the mind are both always involved in some way with any thinking or movement that I do. 

With that established I have to acknowledge the ‘body’ part of me (because it is true that I have a body! Just happens that it includes my brain) sometimes has things going on that my ‘thinking’ can’t compute or make sense of. 

Take last night.  

I’ve had a great few days. I’m feeling much more myself. Much more connected and coordinated. Joyful to find myself so...and then, chilling out watching TV I started to feel anxious, stressed even.  

This was one of those perfect storms that make sense from a distance...but are pure chaos in the midst of it all. I’ve got my birthday coming up, I probably had too many cups of tea in the afternoon, lots of exciting conversation at the end of the day, the anniversary of something significant, work is very busy... 

At any rate, my subconscious was talking to me through my body (or movement) and feeling this way was totally unexpected.  

Strangely...though uncomfortable, it was also good. 

I listened, did a few simple things and watched the wave pass through me.  

And then it was all ok.  

I’ve been here before. My response seemed new and how quickly it all passed also seemed different.  

That’s nice. To think I might be learning how to manage myself a little better.

Love

Luke

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