Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
~ Paul Tillich
I spend a lot of time alone. I live alone (well, don’t tell my cat I said that) and when in Second Life I am usually on my own. I have read a lot of blogs where the authors also spend most of their time isolated from others while in world. In terms of social media and virtual worlds, that may appear to be a contradiction. Aren’t we supposed to be out amongst others, sharing our time and lives with the inhabitants of our world(s)?
Not necessarily. I am usually comfortable in my aloneness. Yes, I experience loneliness from time to time, but I don’t usually let it linger for too long. I prefer to see my self-imposed isolation as a time for reflection, for understanding why I am the person I am, for thinking rather than speaking too soon.
I see myself in solitude much more than as lonely. And I am happy with the person it has made me.
No credits today. Just take the time to think about who you are instead of going shopping. Even I am doing the same.
This is going to be a very quick post today. I just thought I would share a bit of the torture I have been subjecting myself to.
Yep, I’ve been doing tutorials in Photoshop. Again.
I did the above photo and liked it ok, but I thought it would be fun to try out the tutorials I have been messing around with on selection techniques. I did the original capture, planted it on a background and the shadow which I had preserved from my original shot just didn’t work. So I fooled around with the image and came up with this:
I may actually like the original better. I’m still deciding. But I wanted to have you share my pain.
I’m just nice like that 😉
Pretty stuff I’m wearing:
Jacket: GizzA – Cotton Jacket [Pastel Peach] by Giz Seorn
Top: GizzA – Cotton Tank [White] by Giz Seorn (included with jackets)
Shorts: GizzA – Cotton Shorts [Pastel Ocean] by Giz Seorn
Boots: ::HH:: Hucci Akita Suede Boots – Collection by Eboni Khan
Le Primitif – :::LP::: Gametoy_LPhone – Yellow by Chiharu Mercado Dubrovna (Gatcha prize at The 24)
Necklace: Maxi Gossamer – MG – Necklace – 9mm Joli Petite Fatal – GOLD by Maxi Gossamer
Ring: Maxi Gossamer – MG – Rings – 9mm Joli Petite Fatal – 1 finger – GOLD by Maxi Gossamer
Earrings: [MANDALA]Otsumami earrings/GOLD by Kikunosuke Eel
Hair: Analog Dog – .b – cosine sangria by Queue Marlowe
Skin: [PXL] Creations [PXL] JADE SK WineLight Lips MEB C2 by Hart
Hands: Slink Mesh Hands (av) Casual by Siddean Munro
Feet: Slink Mesh Feet (Av Enhance) Medium by Siddean Munro
Hand & Feet Appliers: [ PXL ] Creations [ PXL ] Slink Hand & Feet Appliers SK
Eyes: Mayfly – Liquid Light Mesh Eyes (Glacial River, w3) by Arkesh Baral
Lip Gloss: ::Modish:: Yndra lips 2(glossy) by Ele Brandi (Gatcha prize at The 24)
Pose: flowey. ‘razzle’ -HAPPY BIRTHDAYC88! Series by Flutter Memel (available at Collabor88 September 2013)
I love the ocean – the far reaches of that expanse of water draws me to it. The sea has its moods too, you see. You can sense them in the colour, the scent, the very sounds she creates. Is she serene, with her wavelets gently lapping along the shoreline? Or is she angry, with her waves crashing against the reef? Yes, she can be unforgiving, with hidden rifts and a cold iciness beneath her surface.
She has the moods of a woman and can be dangerous if taken for granted. But she can also envelope you in her warmth, buoying you as you drift along in her currents – taking you places you have only ever imagined. She is like a kiss – gentle and caressing one moment, passionate and tumultuous the next. And just when you think you understand her, she changes. Hers is a tale to which even she knows not the ending. Do not fear her, but always respect her. You will not become her master, but with a bit of sailor’s luck, you may one day appreciate her depth and mystery.
And if you do…tell her. She will hold your secrets dear and never give them up. But if you listen closely, she will speak to you – on the evening breeze, in the cry of a gull, in the way she whispers her lover’s name as her tides rise and fall. She belongs to the Moon, but he does not own her. She is her own entity – an enigma, a conundrum, a riddle never to be solved.