Even in Second Life, creatures form a part of our life. These little wonders become our companions, our friends, our source of laughter and joy.
I snapped this photo about a week ago while I was playing with my Kittycats. I had plopped down on this blanket, ostensibly to read, and the pose with my virtual cats reminded me so much of the behaviour of those in the corporeal world, I laughed out loud. Attention-seeking, wrapping themselves around me, rolling on top of my book to encourage a belly rub…just so much like my “real” little ball of fur that I swear I could feel the tickle of their whiskers and hear the rumble of their purring.
In the background, you can see my attack penguin guarding us. He will follow you around like a little puppy if granted that pleasure, but I still think he’s happiest when he is patrolling, keeping the home front safe from…whatever it is that virtual penguins deem to be a threat.
This was my obvious choice for the Weekly Photo Challenge, Companionable. Please check out the comments of that post for other entries to this week’s challenge.
“Love Walks In“
– Van Halen
Contact is all it takes
To change your life to lose your place in time
Contact! Asleep or awake
Coming around you may wake up to find
Questions deep within your eyes,
Things you’ve never realized
So when you sense a change
Nothing feels the same
All your dreams are strange, love comes walkin’ in
Some kind of alien
Wait for the opening
Then simply pulls a string
Another world, some other time
You lay your sanity on the line
Familiar faces familiar sights
Reach back remember with all your might
Ohh there she stands in a silken gown
Silver lights shining down
Love comes walkin’ in
Sleep and dream is all I crave
I travel far across the Milky Way
To my master I become a slave
Til we meet again some other day
Where silence speaks as loud as war
And the earth returns to what it was before
Love comes walkin’ in
Music says things our hearts can only feel.
Sometimes it’s easy to simply disappear into my own thoughts. To close out the rest of the world, forgetting about anything other than my own concerns. It’s a form of therapy – a way of dealing with whatever may be worrying me, whether large or small.
On days when the weather is damp and grey, my bones are weary and aching and my mood matches the leaden skies, I curl up inside my mind…imagining a place where the shining stars and full moon bathe me in a glow that warms me as no blanket or fireplace can.
And I close my eyes and bask in the comfort of my own skin.