Preludes: And I Was Alone

a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013

I was no longer geisha Suzuki, I used my real name again. I had a home of my own because my patron wanted this for me.

The garden was named Yordie’s Zen Garden. And in this place I discovered something I loved about myself, I found I could express my sense of beauty through my work. Many visitors came from the hanamachi and each day I enjoyed welcoming them.

I never saw my benefactor again but one day the attorney returned. Sadly, my danna had become ill and passed away. He left me his final poem. And I was alone.

Yordie Sands writer, photographer

Preludes: The Zen Garden

a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013

When I was a little girl I saw my first tea garden. I was charmed by the teahouse and the Zen rock garden. I visited there often and always found joy.

In the hanamachi, wherever I found a tiny patch of ground I often played at creating a garden from rocks and twigs. As a maiko, I chose Zen gardens as the topic of my study paper.

I didn’t know why my danna had given me this enchanting garden. Though unsure, I decided to create a rock garden next to the teahouse. I spent many hours working and found peace.

Yordie Sands Photography

Yordie’s Zen Garden @ Chodron:
Rock garden next to the teahouse.

Preludes: My Danna

a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013

When I became maiko I lived the life of an aspiring geisha. I performed for and served the many businessmen and samurai who visited our okiya.

One day I entertained a distinguished businessman who seemed to admire me. He spoke to me with encouragement, “You have learned your skills well.”

Days later I was informed by okaasan that my debt to the okiya had been paid. That same day a lawyer told me I have a patron, then took me to a garden on the northern side of the hanamachi. He said, “This is a gift from your danna.”

Yordie Sands Photographer

Yordie’s Japanese garden

Street Dancer on the Blake Sea

I’ve spent a lot of time resolving issues with my computers, OSs and broadband service recently. Several changes I made have enabled me to run different Second Life viewers without incidents. Despite the fact that I tested these different viewers, I hadn’t given them a real workout yet. So I was eager to give my Firestorm viewer a real test out where I love to be, on the Blake Sea.

I took my speedboat, a Street Dancer 35, out for a high-speed run across the Blake Sea. I was tentative at first, creeping across sim crossings, but after a half-dozen or so I really took off. It felt great, wind in the hair, racing across the seas! After zooming around for awhile, I finally anchored at Tromp Island.

Blake Sea - Second Life - 2013

That’s actually my alt out there in the speedboat,
but that’s a story for another day.

I used a lot of Strawberry Singh’s suggested camera settings and really put the camera to the test. Eventually I blew-up the vid card, after torturing it with a wide range of Windlight settings, but the vid card didn’t crash the computer.  I didn’t expect the system to withstand all the testing. So this was all good!

Preludes: Our Okiya

a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013

The hanamachi was the oldest of all the flower towns and our okiya was the largest. We had five geisha and many apprentices.

The teahouse was open each day and we performed many geisha shows each month. Men came into our floating world to be entertained, but my life revolved around the world of sisters. I felt close to my sisters and our fates seemed intertwined.

In time I came to realize that my new onesan was a troubled and deceitful woman. And one day I learned that she was the very woman who had driven my first onesan away.

Inside the secret world of our okiya.

Inside the Yoshiwara geisha house, our okiya.

Preludes: My Onesans

a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013

I studied diligently as apprentice geisha despite my onesan’s absences. My big sister couldn’t get along with other geisha sisters. I was saddened when my onesan left one day. And I was shocked to see several sisters gleefully mocking her as she walked away.

Our okaasan was a good mother but didn’t see the mischief in our okiya. She said, “Because your onesan left you may choose a new one.” I was happy because there was a geisha I wanted as my onesan. Yet, I chose another because she needed me; she said her little sister had left her.

Yordie Sands portrays apprentice geisha Suzuki

I was a mere minari dancing to earn my keep.

Trying To Express Myself

I’ve been trying to say something in this blog that will enable me to move on from this second existance purgatory I’ve carved out for myself.

I’ve been trying to say something that will enable me to explain both why I’ve left Second Life and how I can move forward with this virtual life I’ve created.

My recent import of my blog posts from the Google Blogger blog have kind of thrown my past into the light of day. I always felt my blogs would be useful for gaining a perspective, but I’m kinda ashamed of myself for failing to learn from past experience.

Confronting the Past

The import of my Blogger blog posts and photos went perfectly in that nearly 1,000 posts & associated comments and ~4,000 photos & associated captions were transferred. There were two issues that led me to begin updating all the imported posts though. Virtually none of the Blogger “Labels” were suitable for conversion to WordPress “Categories” and “Tags”. Also, all of the Blogger photos were too small for the more spacious architecture of this blog.

I began working my way back through my old posts updating labels and resizing photos. But here’s the thing that has shamed me, I’ve been reading all of those old posts in order select appropriate Categorizes and Tags, and in that process I’ve seen my interests and thoughts and feelings laid bare. I’ve learned many things about myself, but I’ve also seen myself struggling with certain issues again and again. And I’m really ashamed that I haven’t learned from past experience. In fact, there are three basic, ongoing struggles that color my second life.

Resolving the Struggles

All of my second life experiences have been dampened by my disappointment in Linden Lab’s handling of Second Life technology, priorities and what I believe is its responsibility to the people who live in the world they’ve created. There are far too many posts in my blogs that rant about this disappointment. Virtually all of the disappointment is aimed at the Lab’s top management and board, but it got personal when it came to the designers of Viewer 2. Regardless of how I feel about the Lab’s sense of responsibility, I just need to give this up for once and for all (actually, a second time). Toward this goal, I’ve privatized or deleted most of the rants and I’m going to try to live by Crap Mariner’s axiom, “It is what it is.”

The second struggle has been created by my desire to meet and know and be friends with a seemingly endless number of people. And I’ll include in that my desire to do everything there is to do and be part of and support every event and group that interests me. It’s just too much. In the past I’ve created the time and energy, but since moving to Florida my real life has changed and I don’t all time for all those things I love. In my final days in Second Life, I dreaded logging on because I knew someone I care about, or several someones I care about, would have something they wanted to tell me or to talk to me about or there’d be some group doing something I wanted to participate in. And I couldn’t bring myself to turn off my “Online” status thingie for anyone. This need for privacy didn’t have anything to do with anyone or group, but it had everything to do with changes in my real life.

Finally, since I broke up with my last partner, almost two years ago, I’ve struggled to find a driving force for my second life. There’s an old saying that goes, “Some things can only be experienced once” and I believe that is true. When we come to Second Life, we gain something I’ve begun to call a second innocence. Some people say SL is like high school or college and that works too, it’s that notion of a second chance. Anyway, I feel I spent my second innocence and I know I couldn’t endure another SL romance. I recognized this to some extent and I thought I my interest in adventure would reignite my second life. And I found adventure was a great driving force but… well, it gets complicated because far too often my adventures were frustrated by a variety of issues.

Reading About You, Taking to You, Thinking About You

Since I left Second Life I’ve also been quietly reading many SL blogs. I’ve lurked and studied people who may have experienced some of the feelings I’ve experienced. But I’ve read about people who seem to have found something or interest in Second Life that enables them to move forward and be productive and happy. There’s a wealth of experience among the SL bloggers and I think you know who you are.

Also, I’ve had chats with some friends who’ve shared their own experiences of leaving SL. It’s helpful to learning you aren’t the only one who needed to walk away. The majority of friends I’ve spoken with have understood my feelings without necessarily needed to understand why I needed to leave. A couple friends were offended by the way I left. For them, I can only say I have more than one-hundred SL friends and all of the friends who know me and care about me, are connected to me through my blog.

Here’s something I’ve learned from people who’ve left Second Life, they are glad they did. Some have come back with a new identity. A few bitten the bullet and return as their former self. Everyone I’ve talked to or heard about through others is happier now. Your experiences have helped me and thank you again to those who’ve shared.

Finding A Way Forward

I’m trying out the idea of getting an alt and using her to begin a new type of second life. And let me assure anyone who is concerned that I’ll reengage with them without telling them who I am. I’d consider that dishonest and I won’t do that. No, if I should use an alt it will be as a new identity and a new life.

I’m trying out ideas for using Second Life as a stage for the stories I want to write. I’ve visited Leanna a few times and she has encouraged me to consider things like recreating one of my Zen gardens. That would be very appropriate because the first story I want to write is a re-write of The Samurai & The Geisha. I’ll definitely want to stage new scenes because much of the story will be turned from mostly roleplay to mostly fiction. So I’m thinking about Second Life seriously for a writing stage.

I know that if I find a way to use Second Life, I’ll want to improve my photographic skills. In real life I’m a straight photographer and avoided making touch-ups to photos in Second Life as well. But going forward I’ll be using Photoshop to cleanup my pics. I’m still trying to learn all the tools (“shiney buttons” as Berry calls them) but I can already see the enjoyment this tool brings. When you consider that there are over 5,000 photos in this blog’s media library, I think you’ll see how important photography is to me. And I’m sorry to say that I haven’t invested the time in really presenting the best photos I can.

Yordie Sands Photographer

This is just a little experiment I did with Photoshop.

As Leanna Would Say, “Time Will Tell”

Its been a little over a month since I left Second Life. And I miss all the wonderful things about Second Life, especially friends. But I’m still sorting things out. I know it was time for me to leave and I’m glad I did.

I don’t know how long it will take to find a new second life. However, I’m sure the future will focus on writing and photography. Perhaps a new second life will be a fiction, one of pure imaginaiton, and whatever my name is will just be an actor on a stage. No, no, no, I won’t be a zombie. heh! Well, hopefully not. *smiles*

As Leanna would say, “Time will tell.”