Dancing in the rain, getting all wet, feeling your clothes clinging to your body, not caring, its the rhythm of the rain and the beating of your heart… that is all that matters. Being alive! Knowing love in your life, yes…. dancing in the rain… getting soaking wet…. why not. Q
When two hearts collilde – I think there is a song somewhere with that title, or story line. I got started thinking about this, when I saw a picture, (one shown on my other blog) WE have all heard the country love songs, or maybe you are into the Blues.. same stories only told a different way.
With the stay at home, distance yourself, I’ve been meeting/ speaking with a lot of people who are facing a lot of “thinking” time. Not that they aren’t always thinking, of course they are, but often by keeping busy, you can avoid looking at, or dealing with something that is very personal to YOU.
Now that you are at home, having to spend many minutes, and hours with your own thoughts – wow – a bit daunting at times? YOU think something out a million ways. Surprise, the results vary, some are lucky they have friends who stay in touch , others who have family near and of course there is always the internet and media.
BUT… it (time) is different … and now, information is being processed differently internally. Image two hearts coming together, or adjusting to the environment. I admire the couples that are making it a renewal of their commitment. BUT there is another side to the coin… I heard today that the number of domestic violence cases has increased significantly. That made me sad. It is very difficult at times to remember the early moments when two hearts collided and a connection was made… does that get lost along the way.
Or do the hearts get broken so often, they mend in different ways, and simply not able to connect anymore.
I believe that LOVE is a forever thing… That’s me. I admit that there comes a moment, when I don’t like someone, or a situation. Love doesn’t go away..just may drop a shade or two.. but its temporary. It can be pointed out, that Love means something different to everyone. So true. But everyone loves.
The acceptance of what he/she feels, that is a different matter. A love that is deep, true, and honest is one that will continue to grow- because if two hearts collide and come together as ONE, there is no division from where one ends and the other begins.
Only you can know if you’ve been in a collision there is always a chance it was a hit and run, It is your choice. Love is a one person decision. Only you know your capacity to love.
You all know I wander the many pathways of the virtual worlds. I think I’ve found a place to call home, Come see for yourself, bring a friend, in fact bring as many friends as you can, cuz once you land, you’ll want to stay and party .. Smokestack Lightning Blues Club, Silicone Valley, you need only take the taxi right here http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Silicone%20Valley/55/222/22
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Come meet the talented DJs, the host/hostess team that all help to make your listening pleasure, the best. Meet fellow Blues lovers, dance, and play. We are here to make your evening/nights, the hottest, the steamiest … whew.. fans furiously to cool down…. best ever.
Stay tuned, I’ll be posting bios on the DJs you’ll find at Smokestack.
Dymoon aka China
The feeling of unease only quickened when I tried to still my mind. The restless chatter in my head, doubled and tripled in volume until I stopped what I as doing to listen. Sometimes it takes a major storm for us to actually realize that the storm brewed from a simple ripple to a giant wave, because of our deafness, our refusal to bend, adjust, make time to listen to our own inner voice.
PL Principle 21 I will not have complaints about others, matters, nor the weather. Rather I will always be creative and will look for shortcomings in my own thinking and actions.
when dreams take flight – when oceans roar -when you heart stops in mid beat
is the constant roar in your head – one of anxiety or dread
certainly it can be said – life is not lived, if you have not experienced the pain of a broken heart.
you surrender to the tears, to the empty void and aching in your soul
it is such moments that you realize that the pain, the emptiness is a void too real to be ignored
To you my son, I can only say, I feel your pain, and I share your sorrow. But, I know.. for I have lived such days, there is always tomorrow.
A tomorrow filled with sunlight, skies so blue you drown in the glory of the day. Your heart will fly free carried by the wings of life. I pray each and every day, that love will set you free. I believe in you… always have and always will.
From a Mother to her son. 11.27.2019
Unexpected is when something happens you are not expecting, or prepared for. Yet even knowing that death is immanent, that it is jut a matter of time. The loss is a void without words, without reprieve.
I struggle at times to find the words, or a way of expressing how I feel, then I found this picture. I could relate. It is not a burden to be carried, it simply IS.
It doesn’t mean that life stops, it doesn’t. My physical being is still intact, still living, laughing, loving and yet…. “I” am not the same.
There is life in and under the water, but should I try to live there, I would not survive. I am a creature of the land, I need air to breathe.
beauty is everywhere, life is precious, how many hours and days have been squandered by trying to hold on to the past, or relive what was.
I can only appreciate the underwater world through a lens, or with special equipment that would allow me to visit for a very short time.
Acceptance of the limitations is the only way to heal.
My thanks to the authors of the photos used today, they helped me through a time of grieving, that I needed to express.
They didn’t want to stare, but what was SailerMoon doing home. She had been assigned years ago to the far East, no one thought she would be back so soon. Certainly not without some communication. Rosie was not on campus, so it was a total surprise. Not that they weren’t happy to see her, they were. Just that, unusual for them,. they were speechless.
As she got closer into the room they could see that she had light scars on her forehead, but aside from that, Sai looked pretty good.
“Hello everyone” Sai’s voice was cheerful, but they detected an edge, and a weariness that didn’t show on her face.
Suddenly they were all clamouring to say hello to her personally, and wanting to know how she was.
Her beautiful long hair looked shorter, and where it had been lustrous and healthy, it looked like it was in the process of regaining its vitality. Her eyes held a sadness, although she was smiling, the smile didn’t quite reach her brown doe like eyes.
Knowing she couldn’t put off explaining to her friends, Sai said down, took the coffee offered her, and sat back in the chair by the fireplace. This had always been her favourite room, it could be quiet and peaceful, and on other occasions when they were planning an operation, it was the hub of activity.
Everyone had pulled up chairs and were waiting for her to settle in, and begin her story.
“I will keep it short” Sai began, “first let me tell you how wonderful it is to be here and see you all again.” This time, her smile was warm and they could see she radiated her happiness , her eyes held the twinkle they all loved.
“Friends are so important” she continued. “When I left, I was so keen to get going, that I was thinking only of my new assignment. A new home, a new family, and it was not going to be a dangerous assignment where we walk thin lines.” She sighed, “I let my guard down, something we’re taught never to do. We are always to be present and aware of our circumstances.”
Looking around, she saw the concern in the eyes that were looking back at her. They were figuring it out. How lucky she was to have such good friends, family and co-workers. “The family I was sent to live with, had a couple of children, a boy and a girl. At first it was fun, I got new clothes, and I was taken everywhere.”
Her friends saw the shadow cross her face while she stopped to sip on her coffee. “It was while my playmates were at school that I began to hear angry voices, and the constant quarreling of the parents. For awhile their discord was kept from the children, but the time arrived, when neither parent could suppress the anger and resentment they felt and would lash out while the children were awake.”
“It became clear that the anger was no longer providing a safe environment for the children, but before I could formulate a plan, and contact headquarters” here she paused, and the pain of remembering caused her whole body to spasm. “There was a physical altercation, other family members got involved, it got out of control, the children and I were left to fend for ourselves, it was not pretty.”
“My friends have been taken into foster care, and I was thrown out. Discarded” A shudder ran through the room, as they pictured what had happened. “I was picked up by a lady passing by, I was unable to move, the debris and discarded items from the house were dumped outside, a big box had fallen over my body” My clothes were torn, dirty, my hair had been pulled and trampled on as I lay unprotected on the ground. Then when the debris was thrown over me, I was lucky that my head was not crushed.”
A gasp and a few groans escaped the lips of her friends, who stayed quiet … waiting for her to finish. No one wanted to interrupt. “The lady took me home, cleaned me up, and gave me new clothes. She was kind, but all I wanted then was to come back here. I thanked her, and made my way back home. All I want now is to rest, and gather my strength again. The human world is very volatile and unsettling. I know you all have questions, and yes, I will be available for questions, but not now…”
With that, she slowly got up, and made her way to her old room.
Till next time…..
Sailer-Moon (Sai) is a MapleLea doll she hails from Nunavut is of Inuit heritage
It was not the best light, but Jemma was determined to find the place on the map that Rosie had mentioned to her earlier. She had been distracted by an incoming call, and now she was having to focus.
In the background, she heard voices, but refused to let them distract her further from her quest. She was being called, frowning, she looked down at her phone, it was silent.
Looking up at the monitor, she saw where the voices were coming from. It looked like a deserted waiting station, maybe at an old now defunct railway line. She knew the feed was recording, and had to decide to watch, or wait and play it back when she had more time.
Deciding that her current task needed her attention, she bend down to study the map again. No sooner had her eyes left the screen when she heard the sound of gun shots.
Why was Xsa lying down, had she been shot, who was the stranger she was with, he seemed to be trying to make her comfortable. Why hadn’t Kit gone down, where was Chen-May? She had only just looked down.. She knew while the taping was active, there was no tampering with the monitor.. She would have to wait to know more.
The picture on the screen changed, she could see the fog was rolling in, the train was off the tracks, darn, she wished she could focus in closer. Sighing, she returned to the task at hand and the map that was patiently waiting for her full attention.
Jemma, American Girl
Xsa & stranger, SL Avatars
SL http://www.secondlife.com a virtual world
There was a lot of giggling but Jemma managed to get the outfit on that Rosie had sent her. She couldn’t help but think that this would be fun, if some-what odd. All her medical studies, and earned degrees were what landed her this assignment, but… as she looked down at her nurse’s uniform, she was going to be an assistant to a Vet.
Funnier still was that Rosie was going to be her boss, and putting her skills and past experiences to good use as the specialist in the psychology of pampered pets. No matter their size. As Rosie came in, she noticed that even with the change of clothes, she still wore her pearls.
Both the stethoscope and Rosie’s ear phones had been doctored to take in all the sounds around them, and transmit them back to the surveillance room. They had the ability to do visual tracks as well, but both Jemma and Rosie could also send back images as they saw fit.
Rosie looked down at her rubber boots, and laughed, “do you think they go with the pearls” she quipped … Jemma’s footwear was also water proofed, they had electronic receivers in the heels and small cameras in the toes. Nothing was being left to chance. Everything big or small, meaningful, or plain boring, it would all be recorded and kept in chronological order till input could be reviewed and relevant information kept till it was needed.
For now they had to make sure everything was stored in a way that they could retrieve it at a later day. What was insignificant now, could mean a lot at a future date.
They were not trained to work, their work was their lives. Working and everything that went with it, was their reason for living, they loved what they did. Every day was a challenge and a new opportunity to hone their skills. Training was living. The more they learned, the more they thrived.
After inspecting each other, and making sure their communication tools were working like they should be, they prepared to head out.
Rosie smiled, “finally another adventure in the field, not just behind her desk coordinating the technicalities and logistics of the sting, she was actually going to be able to work in a field she loved, advanced healing for animals” Jemma with her experience as a military surgeon who had worked inside enemy lines often under the most primitive conditions would be there to work along side of her.. Yes, a good partnership indeed.
Rosie- Our Generation doll
Jemma – American Girl #28
clothing, accessories, props, Our Generation
Jemma was tired, she had been hours reviewing the pictures that Kit and ChenMay had sent back, looking them over one at a time, seeing if she could see anything that stood out. Yumi would come in later and they would put them up on the big screen and review them one by one all over again.
It had been later in the day, it was eerie in the sense that the places looked like they had just been abandoned. Where did the people go, why did they leave. Chen’s contact had taken up one of the old rooms where she had found a desk to work from.
This was where they were to meet up and exchange information, and views about what each had come up with. Xsa was a doll herself, only she stayed pretty much in adult character, it was what she had been designed for. When it came to the world of “dolls” they all shared the same special skills, and abilities that escaped most human adults.
If at one time they had understood and been able to connect to the realities/capabilities of the doll world, as they matured they lost the ability to stay connected.
Jemma’s thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of a bell, someone was approaching. Her eyes caught the glint of steel on the hand cuffs she saw on the table. Quickly she closed down her reader, to get up to go towards the main rooms.
fireplace is part of the Our Generations Accessories
Jemma – American Girl #28
Xsa – virtual avatar, Second Life