The Trees The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still Continue reading

Here is the note I posted in email to our friends and family and also on Facebook on Friday morning. My Second Life family is every bit as important to me as my real life family, and I thank all of you for your support and understanding during this difficult time. I hope to get back to a Continue reading

In my last update, I said I’d hope to make at least one story post a week. That hasn’t happened. Since Joe returned from the aborted drug trial in December, we had a lovely Christmas with the family, followed by a horrific week in the hospital during which he ran scarily high fevers and was pumped Continue reading

Many of you know that my husband is a cancer patient. Over the last two months, Joe’s been very ill, in the hospital more than out, and my SL time has been sporadic and erratic. Up until yesterday, he was involved in a drug trial for a new treatment for Hodgkins Lymphoma, as no other Continue reading

When I cannot sleep, I walk the Land. It’s become sort of a peaceful duty for me. Now, in Winter, now that we are truly in its grasp, I’m as enchanted by how beautiful the world is in its near-death sleep, almost as enchanted as I am by the first buds of spring or the Continue reading

I was talking with Drysi in the feast hall, or the makeshift infirmary, or whatever you want to call it. We were discussing some of the things that came up in Cherish’s radio show the other day, how awkward we both felt in the spotlight, and we also discussed how Drysi could better control her Continue reading

They say: “War is coming.” They say: “Prepare yourself.” They say: “Put away your whimsy; be a warrior, not that elf Who dances careless in the sunlight; she must pick her shield up now. They say: “Troubles are upon us; you are Queen; you made a vow.” Shall I stand in autumn’s sunlight, feel the Continue reading

“No. Absolutely not,” I said. Dyisi just stood there, with that implacable look on her face, a calm little smile, as if she’d expected this answer from me. “Ochi, akribos mou,” she said— I can never follow her when she talks Greek— “It’s just that you are needed. Magic of a different kind, growing magic, building Continue reading