A Virtual Walk Through Autumn Leaves

If you’re looking for a virtual walk through autumn leaves, this is the spot. Autumn color, deer in the meadow, and open seas. Calas Galadhon Park is back! Calas is a gorgeous collection of 11 sims of natural beauty in the virtual world of Second Life built and maintained by Ty Tenk and Truck Meredith. /me waves hello and welcome back!

The thing I like best about Calas is that you can get lost in it. It’s that big. I wondered all over the woods looking for a new cabin that was supposed to be in Dimril Dale. I never found it, but I got lost over and over again in a beautiful autumn woods.

Autumn in the woods

Calas closed during the month of August for an economic consolidation. They considered reopening with a members-only policy, but decided against it. For now, the 11 beautiful sims are still open to anyone, free of charge.

The Changes

There are 11 sims (down from 13) in the park with major reworking of Dimril Dale and Grey Havens. There is a whale on Grey Havens that you and three friends can ride. There are two dolphins on Belagaer that you can ride, and riding turtles. New cabin on Dimril Dale- you have to walk through the woods to get to it. Also a new riverboat on Gulf of Lune. And new art exhibitions on Main Street.

A Cloud on the Horizon?

Only one cloud floats on the horizon – a hint in the park’s website notice suggesting the economic challenge may only be resolved through the end of the year. Hopefully, donations and other sim support can keep the park open beyond this somewhat uncertain prediction:

“Unless something unplanned comes up we should now be able to make it through the Holiday season and the end of the year.”

Scuffling Through Autumn Leaves

When the park reopened Saturday, I hurried over to visit. I love walking in the autumn woods, through falling leaves and rustling woods, and Misty Mountains is one of my favorite places. There are deer and horses and lovely crunchy leaves to scuffle through. After a rest and a cup of chai, I rezzed a sailboat and headed out on the colorful autumn sea.

Not Familiar with Calas?

For anyone not familiar with Calas, here’s how they describe themselves:

A country setting with a small town, meadows, farms, streams…one that would reflect another early American country coastal community of the early 1900s.  Whether by foot, horse, buggy, balloon or boat, we hope our visitors will find a certain sense of peace here…a bit of the  comfort we all yearn for and need…where one feels a bit  better than when they arrived. We strive to make CALAS a park where one can come, reflect and explore on their own or with friends, but we’ve also made it a place where couples can come, cuddle, dance and just spend some quiet time with each other.


 

 

Autumn poems and pumpkin chai

Pumpkin chai with your autumn poem

Here are my autumn poems. I admit it – I’m an autumn junkie. I love the falling leaves, a bit of sadness, hot cider, deep shadows, evening fires, long walks in the woods. All my autumn poems are in this category of my blog: Poems, Autumn

To get you in the mood for autumn poems, see my video below of a midnight walk through falling leaves in the virtual world of Second Life, and a recipe for pumpkin chai to keep away the autumn chill (recipe and pic from Club Dine-In).

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Among the Red and Gold, the autumn leaves

This poem was born one autumn day when I looked at a tree’s colorful leaves dancing in the wind and thought how much they looked like butterflies.

It was written from an unlikely assortment of “challenge words” which the writers of the Bardic Circle in the virtual world of Second Life choose at the end of our weekly gatherings:   Sweet; Princess; Butterfly, Lightning; Spigot.

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I’ll Fly With Wild Pelicans

In a marsh near where I live, wild white pelicans come to roost. Their visits are almost magical, and never predictable. They are there one day and gone the next. I happened upon them a couple weeks ago. When I went back to see them the next day, sure enough, they were gone. They always fill me with awe and longing. Here’s a picture of them and a poem I wrote while watching them.


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What is it that we love, when we love an avatar?

Second Love

by Bay Sweetwater

What is it that we love, when we love an avatar?
Why is one star brighter than any other star?
What sets our heart aflutter when that one comes online,
And keeps us by the keyboard, waiting for a sign? 

It’s not the skin or anims, or all the fancy clothes.
These are bought in stores, as everybody knows.
It’s not the mystery scrivener who sits behind the screen.
Him (or her?) we barely know; we’ve often never seen.

I think it is the wordless soul, who beguiles as it dances,
Embodied in an avatar, whose mesmerizing glances,
Engulfs us in fond dreams this morning yet undreamed of,
Launching our small heart upon the boundless sea of love.

They say that eyes are windows that open on the soul,
That by gazing in the eyes, the inner lands behold;
Likewise, I think an avatar can be a sort of peephole,
Through which the heart can look, to spy upon the soul.

Conversation with an Autumn Leaf

A fallen leaf has a lot to say, if you catch it at the right moment. This moment was a rainy autumn day, when the linden trees still shimmered gold, and I watched one leaf come tumbling down. I wondered what it would be like to be a leaf and fall away from everything you’ve ever known.

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Falling Leaf

One autumn day I noticed a leaf hanging all afternoon by a thread of a bygone spider’s web, until finally the wind swept it away. I sympathized with the little leaf and wrote this poem as an ode to its bravery.

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Hold Dear the Amaranthine Dream

When I went out to my garden this October morning, there was only one rose left. It seemed anxious and afraid to be suddenly on its own, and cold. It also seemed to be asking a desperate question.
And so this poem. It uses the random “challenge words” that we writers at the Bardic Circle in Second Life choose at the end of each of our weekly gatherings. This week he words were: “Beyond, Amaranthine, Sunbeam, Whisper, Fragile”


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Last Words of the King of Summer

King of Summer sunflower with crownThis is the poem that won me the honor of the 2012 Poet Laureate title in the Elf Circle group in the virtual world of Second Life. Every year the 1,900 members choose their Poet Laureate by voting their favorite poems in a Bardic Competition, as in the days of old. This poem was inspired by a dying sunflower I saw bowing at the end of autumn to approaching winter.


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Gone Autumn

My most popular autumn poem. A man falls in love; the woman moves away. She leaves only a mysterious note on her door that she has “Gone Autumn.” Her note hints she might come back “some sunny day in June,” but he doesn’t wait; he goes after her. I made a video of this poem, which is embedded below the poem here.


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