A reflective Winter Solstice piece about pausing in a world that never sleeps. An invitation to log into Second Life without an agenda, sit with the longest night, and feel less alone.
Observations, wisdom, and little lessons from the grid — part field journal, part spellbook, all heart.
A reflective Winter Solstice piece about pausing in a world that never sleeps. An invitation to log into Second Life without an agenda, sit with the longest night, and feel less alone.
After 18 years in Second Life, I've learned what really keeps our world alive—and it's not the fancy builds or latest tech. It's us talking to each other. I've watched busy sims fall silent, green dots everywhere but no one saying hello. Yet some of my deepest friendships started with a simple greeting in local chat. That friend I met in 2008 over shared laughter about "spankers"? We're still close today. The magic happens when someone breaks the silence first. One "hello" can transform an empty-feeling sim into a place where connections spark and creativity flows.
Shadow bends, light sharpens. In Second Life, every ritual—whether draped in rope or wrapped in moonlight—follows the same arc: threshold, transformation, return. I have walked them both. Come through.
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