Perilously Rooted

It has been months since I attended an event at Perilous Pleasures, the community that effectively ended my run in World of Warcraft and brought me to Second Life in earnest. Since my first visit to PP, now a year behind me, I have made friends, learned a lot about the lifestyle, and found an SL partner. But in recent months, for various reasons, most of them external to SL, I have spent less time in SL, seen fewer of my friends, and expressed some doubts about my future there. And I certainly have blogged less, as a scan of my postings reveals.

Yesterday, I got an email spam inviting all members of PP to the weekly meeting, and I decided to login and attend:



It was a smallish crowd, probably no more than 15 participants or so, but the conversation was unusually thoughtful, and for once I even participated. Time expired long before we were done talking. Afterwards, I caught up with some old friends. It was almost as if the harrowing summer never happened.