It’s as good a time as any for a holiday trip, as the Europeans would call it, down to the Mediterranean coast.
Never start a morning without caffeine of some kind. (That is, if you can handle the buzz.) Fortunately, this mobile coffee shop was handy.
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And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, “On Pain”
And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
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Poses by PosESioN
Teleport to Tokyo-Windhill City (SSOC region). You will not land in the park, as this is a sim with a dedicated landing point! Exit the arcade you land in, then open the Map and change the Location numbers to 133 / 209 / 33, so you will get a beacon to walk toward (no flying allowed in the sim). The park will lie northeast of your landing point, 1-2 minutes’ walk.)
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
William Butler Yeats
She walks in beauty, like the night
George Gordon, Lord Byron, “She Walks In Beauty”
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies ….
Writing the previous article reminded me of a piece I wrote back in 2013, close to this time of the year, in fact (I published it on August 31). It had been about the time of the 2013 Black Fair, and Pure Poison … who were making clothing instead of shoes back then … had just released this lovely gown, all glittering sequins and a netting overgown that melted my buyer’s resistance into a puddle of goo. I just about titled that last article the same thing as six years ago; fortunately, I recalled the previous, and found another poem, by a poet I’ve loved for years, Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
Of shore; and how the boy, who was at noon
Simple enough, not different from the rest,
Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went,
Which seemed to her an honest enough test
Whether she loved him, and she was content.
They say into your early life romance came
And in this heart of yours burned a flame
A flame that flickered one day and died away
Morgan Vanderzwaan is brand new to Second Life, unlike “Old Hands” like me, or even Jem, who’s been in a few years now. (And I can never get her to write a rezz-day piece, hint hint!) She’s gradually starting to build a wardrobe that goes along with her style, which is a little edgier than ours at times, I’ve noticed. But she still goes for taste and elegance for the most part. (I think she’s younger than us, but we haven’t traded personal information like that yet.)
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One of the women on the “evening shift” at a local House of Scarlet Happiness ….
… discovers that she has someone new on the shift with her ….
And it does not make her happy, as “co-workers” cut into her profit margin ….
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Photographed at Tiramisu, Cocoon role-playing region (Japan Rose)
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