Joy

I feel sadness.

I feel sadness. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I feel sadness. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I feel sadness. 

A little weight that I’m carrying.

Where joy and lightness normally live.

It’s a little heavy.

But it’s okay.

I’m happy enough to carry a little sadness.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,294

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Alive in my hands.

Alive in my hands. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Alive in my hands. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I love when I fall in love with a new song.

When something about a song grabs me to the point where I want to learn to play and sing it on the piano…and then I find myself drawn to practicing it all the time…I love that.

It’s like having a sewing project that I am working on that I can’t put down.

A creative curiosity that is alive in my hands brings me joy.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,291

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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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Day 1,278

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A long day?

A long day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A long day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

My taxi driver just asked me if I had had a long day.

I’d been sitting there scrolling quietly through social media (Ew, right? I’m that guy?), I didn’t feel like it had been a particularly long day…

I looked up and said that I’d been on the go since 6 am…

He looked at me shocked and said…

“It’s 11pm, that's 17 hours. That’s a long day”

I realised there was a reason I was feeling a bit tired!

But also, in my defence your honour, I did all the things today. It was a full day, but full of all the things you want your day full of. I did some writing, I did some working, I hung out with a friend and did some moving, I helped some people make some art.

It was a full, but satisfying, long day.

Love

Luke

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Gentle steps.

Gentle steps. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Gentle steps. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Looking at things from a different view.

Literally.

Sitting and writing today from a new spot, seeing a different view as I do something I do a lot.

It’s delicate, this thing, whatever it is, that I hold…or that I think I hold.

Fragile.

Being alive. Consciousness.

Ah, what a blessing and a curse.

Joy and hurt.

Gentle steps from here.

Gentle steps.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,268

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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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Day 1,267

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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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Day 1,261

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Relief and pride.

Relief and pride. Drawing Luke Hockley

Relief and pride. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Can I just say that I am very relieved to have got through the last few months in the way that I have?

And I’m also quietly proud of all the things I’ve achieved in the last few years.

I am very quick to reflect on my failings. To pour over them and find my faults, to invest my time in trying to make a better version of myself.

All very valuable and important.

But sometimes it’s got to be ok to celebrate my achievements.

Otherwise it is all just too much hard work.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,256

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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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A rare glimpse of success.

A rare glimpse of success. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A rare glimpse of success. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I had dinner tonight with a good friend who has been watching all my adventures in art and life for quite a while and she said to me…

“You should feel really proud of what you’ve done, you’ve been working at all of this for a long time, and it’s working.”

It was nice to step back for a moment and look at this. It is so easy to get caught up in working on making things just that little bit better.

But this. This right now. This life I have. I am blessed. I feel alive. I feel connected and loved. I feel creative. I feel of use to the world. I have purpose.

It’s a rare glimpse of success.

It’s worth remembering it's the glimpse that’s rare not the success. I suspect I am this ‘successful’ all the time, I just forget to look up and see it.

Or maybe I don’t think I’m allowed to look up and see it. That if I look directly at it, it will evaporate.

It’s time to get over that and enjoy what’s happening here, now, as often as I can.

It’s a total joy to be enjoying my life, just as it is.

Love

Luke

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