Regeneration

I wonder what it is?

I wonder what it is? Drawing Luke Hockley.

I wonder what it is? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m ready for bed now.

Problem is it is 6am…which is not the ‘ready for bed’ end of the day!

I woke up very early today, which is great…but not really.

I would have rather slept another couple of hours and then I may not have felt like going back to bed when I should be getting up.

I went to sleep ok, that’s a bonus. Progress, even.

But waking up so early tells me there is something on my mind that I’d like to deal with.

I wonder what it is?

Love

Luke

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Day 1,288

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Fingers crossed.

Fingers crossed. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Fingers crossed. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A picture is emerging.

Slowly but with a certain clarity and purpose, it is unveiling itself.

I don’t want to call it too early, don’t want to jinx things…but I can feel something is forming.

Fingers crossed.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,287

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Mindless television.

Mindless Television. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Mindless Television. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m ready for some laying on the couch and watching mindless television.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,286

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A little slower.

A little slower. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A little slower. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’d like to look forward and plan my next few months a little better.

Specifically, I’d like to look at the time that I have more control over and make some choices about what I want to do with that time.

I have this picture of sitting and sewing as I listen to stories.

Simple really.

I think it requires me to take the foot of the accelerator a little though to make it happen.

It’s been a big start to the year.

I think taking things a little slower would be nice right now.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,277

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Not on my feet.

Not on my feet. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Not on my feet. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I am not on my feet.

I feel all disoriented, discombobulated.

I don’t understand how all the bits fit together.

I don’t get how to make sense of it all.

I just don’t get it.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,275

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The breaking wave.

The breaking wave. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The breaking wave. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Today I’m playing a bit of catch up.

Giving myself a little breathing space so that I can let the wave I’ve been on settle and move back out into the ocean.

There will be another wave to ride any moment now.

But I like to step back, see and enjoy this moment.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,270

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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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The wall.

The wall. Drawing Luke Hockley

The wall. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

The wall is the wall is the wall.

Once it is reached, or rather, once it is hit…there’s not much to do other than go easy and be kind.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,255

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Good sleep.

Good sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley

Good sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Last night I sat on the couch and wrote out all the things I was churning over so that I could get into bed and have a solid night’s sleep.

It was part of my strategy to become better, much better, at sleeping.

It worked.

I can’t believe it, but it did.

I hit the sack and felt a protective bubble around me that helped me sleep (some strange dreams…but that’s workable).

I woke up early and the things started to churn.

I tried to get the protective cocoon in place again…but eventually decided to get up and keep that stuff out of bed.

I’m so pleased that I could get a separation to work.

Getting good sleep is a precious thing.

I’m working on becoming a sleep master.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,253

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Phew.

Phew. Drawing Luke Hockley

Phew. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Phew.

I made it.

Now it’s time to slow down and enjoy a couple of days at my own pace.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,249

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