Rhythm

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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Day 1,378

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Visiting myself daily.

Visiting myself daily. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Visiting myself daily. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Visiting myself daily.

A cup of tea.

A privilege.

Warm kindness.

Harsh reality.

Looking through a window, taking a breath.

Owning my bag of stuff.

Self-respect, discovery, uncertainty.

Messy.

A ritual made from…

A cup of tea

Visiting myself daily.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,347

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Older.

Older. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Older. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m noticing myself getting older.

I keep seeing a metaphor of an old chipped tea pot.

Well loved, functional, stained full of memories, comforting.

There is no getting around time.

I’m not sure if I ever thought there was.

As I get older it becomes clearer that enjoying the spoils of lived life…well what other choice do I have?

To fight is futile. Isn’t it?

The risk of all this “acceptance” is that I subconsciously begin to accept other people’s ideas about what getting older means.

The world has a lot of ideas about all of this that hold no interest for me. But it is easy to start thinking in those frames when they are communicated so clearly and with such strength.

(I know I’m not ‘old’, I know I’m ‘in the middle’, I’m saying older…we all get older every day)

The remedy to all of this is being in this moment.

I am this being, right here, right now.

I can do and say and think the things I can do and say and think right now.

That’s it.

That’s all of it.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,346

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After the holidays.

After the holidays. Drawing Luke Hockley.

After the holidays. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I used to love going back to school after the holidays were over.

I think I got bored during my time off.

Under challenged, maybe.

I like thinking about things. Testing myself. Making stuff.

Being occupied with things I find interesting.

School was a pretty good structure to get me to do all that.

I’ve just noticed that I feel a little similar about getting back from this holiday.

I’m ready to do stuff.

To sink my teeth into things.

To get occupied!

Ask me how all that is going in a week’s time!

Love

Luke

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That’s the deal.

That’s the deal. Drawing Luke Hockley.

That’s the deal. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Today it is hard for me to accept that I have set the bar so low for writing this daily letter.

I feel like it has been quite a few days of average writing. I’ve been on holidays and it can be hard to keep the rhythm up during these times.

I know that my agreement with myself is just to keep the metronome swinging…so that when my mojo comes back around the habit of writing is here ready to pick up the momentum and run.

But gosh it is hard for my ego to accept that I will write and publish things that may not be as interesting/entertaining/insightful as I might like!

Oh well.

That’s the deal.

And I really do enjoy the pay off.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,329

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Driving for hours.

Driving for hours. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Driving for hours. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Does driving 1,000 kilometres change things?

I suppose it does.

Driving for hours on end gives me time to think and think and think…with-out really thinking, if you know what I mean.

I’ll let all the things move into the background.

And see what I come up with.

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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Day 1,289

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I am blah.

I am blah. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I am blah. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I am blah.

It’s not a very nice way to be.

Nor is it a disaster.

It’s just a bit in between.

Blah is a nowhere land.

It's not any of the strong emotions that I have clear names for.

It’s like a version of life jetlag.

Something about the rhythm of life feels out of sync.

And I just find myself…blah.

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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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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