And Chicken Little said, “The Sky is Falling”

Vix Thibedeau and Chicken Little: A Tale One day Chicken Little was walking in the woods when — KERPLUNK — an acorn fell on her head.

“Oh my goodness!” said Chicken Little. “The sky is falling! I must go and tell the king.”

On her way to the king’s palace, Chicken Little met Henny Penny. Henny Penny said that she was going into the woods to hunt for worms.

“Oh no, don’t go!” said Chicken Little. “I was there and the sky fell on my head! Come with me to tell the king.” So Henny Penny joined Chicken Little and they went along and went along, as fast as they could. Soon they met Cocky Locky, who said, “I’m going to the woods to hunt for seeds.”

“Oh no, don’t go!” said Henny Penny. “The sky is falling there! Come with us to tell the king.” So Cocky Locky joined Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they went along and went along, as fast as they could. Soon they met Turkey Lurkey, who was planning to go to the woods to look for berries.

“Oh no, don’t go!” said Cocky Locky. “The sky is falling there! Come with us to tell the king.” So Turkey Lurkey joined Cocky Locky, Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they went along as fast as they could. Then who should appear on the path but sly old Foxy Woxy.

“Where are you going, my fine feathered friends?” asked Foxy Woxy. He spoke in a polite manner, so as not to frighten them.

“The sky is falling!” cried Chicken Little. “We must tell the king.”

“I know a shortcut to the palace,” said Foxy Woxy sweetly. “Come and follow me.”

But wicked Foxy Woxy did not lead the others to the palace. He led them right up to the entrance of his foxhole. Once they were inside, Foxy Woxy was planning to gobble them up!

Just as Chicken Little and the others were about to go into the fox’s hole, they heard a strange sound and stopped. It was the king’s hunting dogs, growling and howling. How Foxy Woxy ran, across the meadows and through the forests, with the hounds close behind. He ran until he was far, far away and never dared to come back again.

After that day, Chicken Little always carried an umbrella with her when she walked in the woods. The umbrella was a present from the king. And if — KERPLUNK — an acorn fell, Chicken Little didn’t mind a bit. In fact, she didn’t notice it at all.

(Source: By Merri Beth Stephens)

Credits:

Hair: Magika – Unknown

Skin: Essences – Emma in Noisette

Necklace: Anchor & Co. – Choker Floral {available at Project Limited}

Shirt: Maitreya – Half-Tucked Shirt in Paloma

Pants: Maitreya – Leather Skinny Pants in Black

Skybox: Apple Fall – Paris Loft Skybox RARE {available at The Arcade}

Loveseat: floorplan – Sailor’s Ottoman in Gold (tinted)

Book: Apple Fall – Sketchbook {available at The Arcade}

Rug: Scarlet Apple – My Chevron Scrunchy Rug

Learning How to “Be”

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Life is full of expectations, of what we want to achieve, what we hope to gain, how we feel something will play out. Despite how hard we work or how well we prepare, nothing is guaranteed. Some expectations may come to fruition, and others will be laid to waste, with no pre-indication.

We attempt to label and define our lives, believing that doing so will provide some sort of security against the unexpected. People marry and become “spouses” to cement their relationship, students earn degrees and become “college graduates” to secure their futures – yet spouses still divorce, and college graduates still end up working in fast food joints.

We’re so busy worrying about achieving what we want, and then securing what we’ve achieved, that we often forget to relish the present.

What would happen if we were to just “be” whatever we are right now. Not have a goal in which we pressure ourselves to reach; not apply labels, rules and restrictions to various aspects of our lives. If we were to take a more mindful, even yogic approach, what would be the worst that could happen?

I’m willing to give it a try. How about you?

Credits:

Hair: Liquence – F8 in Natural Fades

Jewelry: ISON – Safari Tribe Set in Gold {available at Collabor88}

Skin: Essences – Emma in Noisette

Outfit: Tres Blah – Khaki Blouse and Shorts {available at Collabor88}

Shoes: Hucci – Hampstead Sandal in Mud {available at Collabor88}

Pose: Magnifique

All of Me

I Am... 3 Since I began SL in 2008, my avatar has taken on hundreds of forms. The permutations of hair, skin, eyes, shape, eyelashes, nail polishes, makeup, clothing, shoes, accessories, tattoos, are endless. For most of my SLife, I’ve worn black hair, but I’ve also worn blonde, brunette, red, purple and pink. I wore the same shape, hair and skin for a whole year before I upgraded, and now I hardly think twice about changing them. But regardless of the combination, even if I’m on an alt, I like to believe there is a formula that is specific only to me that makes me somewhat recognizable – even if only to those who know me – amongst the crowd. Because, after all, I’m always me.

It is an ugly truth that people are judged by the way they look. An even uglier truth is that people are judged by those that love them. I think females are especially susceptible. RL husbands tell their wives, “You’d better not cut your hair that short,” when the wife takes notice of the lady with the cute bob. Mothers tell their little girls, “I’m not taking you out like that. Nothing you’re wearing matches. Go change.” Women spend ridiculous amounts of money trying to stay thin, avoid stretch marks when pregnant, and putting their own bodies at risk to have cosmetic surgeries, all for fear that not maintaining the status quo would change how others see and feel about them.

It even happens in SL. I have been told at times throughout my SLife, by more than one man and even a female friend, explicitly and implicitly, that my new shape, skin, hair (fill in the blank) was inferior to a previous version. To add insult to injury, some have even added a dash of sarcasm, or shall we call it cruelty, for good measure.

Case in Point:

Yesterday I TP home to a guy who claims to be utterly and completely in love with me.

He immediately writes, “Ummmmm” and before he’s even hit the Enter key, I’ve already started typing, “Yep, it’s a diff shape,” because I already know what’s coming. He then says, “What have you done to your face?” Not, “Oh, you changed your shape,” or “You look different” (much less “cute” or “pretty”). His tone, even in text, emanates disapproval. He then asks, “Because ……?” to which I reply:

  • Because I wanted to?
  • Felt like it?
  • Like to mix things up once in a while?
  • Can always go back?
  • Like having different looks?
  • Like keeping people on their toes?

After a few minutes of sitting there on the sofa in what seemed like never-ending silence, I TPd away and turned off his ability to find me on the map. I wanted to be away: from him, from our home, from being judged, from being made to feel inadequate, less than, and not good enough.

Thirty minutes later, he says, “I’m sorry,” and asks if I’m going to say anything. I couldn’t get into a conversation then because I had to log for RL, but said I’d try to come back. An hour later I was able to log back in, but for only a few minutes. I still didn’t have the necessary time it would take to discuss all this, and told him as much before I was about to log. And then, he sent me a friend request. Without me realizing it, he had defriended me.

An already bad situation just got exponentially worse, because to me, defriending someone is about the biggest slap in the face you can give to someone in SL, especially when it’s done in anger. Even when I may have had a falling out with friends in the past, I was never the one to defriend them, because the unknown risk is: You may never get them back.

I know a meek SL blog is not the best place to air such grievances, but I do so with a purpose. If there is anyone out there – male or female, SL or RL – who is judged on the outside by those who claim to love you, just remember:

“Love” is unconditional – and that’s not an option, it’s a requirement.

If someone doesn’t love the PERSON you are on the inside REGARDLESS of any and all permutations outside, then that’s not love at all. Any “love” that pretends to be otherwise is bullshit.

Life is too short to essentially not live it, because you’re not free to change, to please someone else. They have their own bodies and lives to control. Be sure you have yours.

Withdrawal

You ever just had one of those days where you just feel the need to withdraw, into yourself, into a part of you that you seldom occupy? Maybe it’s a dark side, a place that is usually hidden, until all of a sudden you find yourself in this unfamiliar territory. How do you embrace it?

For me, it’s stripping off all the dressings that polish my avatar: makeup, jewelry, tattoo layers, eye liner, nice dresses, even responsibilities to a degree, all in an effort to get back to basics, back to the heart of myself. I find a place where I can retreat from everyone else and just “be” until the day when the sun, whether tomorrow or a week from now, returns to warm my heart and my spirit again, basking me in its beauty, warmth and perfection.

Here’s to dark nights followed by sunny days. May we all bask in the radiance sooner rather than later.

-Vix