On Lives and Journeys and Dark Chocolate in Second Life

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I’ve been musing on life and change and the unfolding of the universe.  I’m hardly a profound philosopher but there are some things I believe. I know, you’re rolling your eyes and judging me, but you can just look at the pictures while I try and articulate some thoughts which have resulted.  
The photos are from Secret Spheres which is a fabulous group of tiny little universes (and yes there are some secret hidden ones) and it seemed in keeping with my mental wanderings.
People I care for deeply are dealing with life changes right now –  the unexpected remodelling of their worlds and how they envisioned their lives.  Some of these changes are small, others are dramatic and difficult, but all of them have altered what they thought of as their “lives”.

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I would like to fix things for them but my magic wand is still in the shop.  Mostly I would like to ease their sense of loss and discomfort with their current situations.
I’m going to sound very trite here and I apologize but dammit even the cliched can be true. The only thing I know for sure is that nothing turns out as planned.  My own reckless adaptive approach to change is to consider it a new adventure.  Not all of them are pleasant or ones we would choose but the good news is that things will change again.  

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If I’ve learned anything in my seemingly hundreds of years of history is that we are not living our future.  Everything, I mean everything, is just a phase.
Why is it that the young see their world and their place in it as fixed?  We talk a lot about potential and possibility but for some reason they put their feet on a path expecting it to just head off into the future without detours or bridge closures or earthquakes.  There are lots of other paths.

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When I was younger, and yes electricity had been finally been introduced, we enjoyed the music of a great Canadian poet.  His voice was similar to other poets like Dylan but, of course, he had the romance and angst we could point to and call our own.
Many years and cartons of cigarettes later his voice is now a deep dark chocolate that drowns you in sensual pleasure. (excuse me while I collect myself)  The song is the same but the experience has changed.  It’s not a great analogy but it does let me segue into a favourite video.  :)

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  1. Great post Honour.I sometimes stuggle with trying to explain how I view things to be "unfixed". The future is empty and meaningless because you haven't created anything tangible there yet. As I get older and wiser (and longer in the tooth in all worlds) I also see the cycle and nature and phases. People come. Some stay. Some move on making room for new ones. The journey continues with lessons and memories that have intrinsic value.You can approach these phases and changes with a closed fist… or an open one. A friend taught me that. My hands are open and not clenched to all changes and new adventures.Skylar

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