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Now Be Thankful

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal
waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning embers I'll be bound
Fierce as fire, weary to the sounds upon the wheel

Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know

Thank you for being our friends. Thank you for everything.

With Love,
The Dragon and The Nightingale

Stops on The Grand Tour

I am committed to attend as many of The Grand Tour Balls today as I can. And I am going to attempt to take some pictures as I travel the 19th Century/Victorian/Steampunk Sims today!

Stop #2 on the Tour - New Toulouse

I had the great pleasure of providing the Jazz and Zydeco this morning at Mr. Woodget's family home, La Maison Du Bois.

Here I am doing The Charleston with Herr Szondi the Jager. Lady Kira Kelley jigs as Fogwoman Gray and Herr Baron Klaus Wulfenbach Charleston as well.

Later I had the pleasure of dancing with Ambassador Galactic Baroque.

For the New Toulouse dance I wore Eladrienne Laval's "Irene - Night" gown and Zasa Rossini's "Bibe" shoes in black.

Stop #3 on the Tour - Wyre, Orcadia

Yes, your eyes do not deceive you...that is the Jarl of Orcadia/Duke of Murdann and the Duchess of Carntaigh in denim and cowboy boots.

The crowd dances on the dance platform to Otenth's yodel music.

Yes, that *is* me looking like I just came from a Country Lin…

A Duo from Dorothy

Two Poems by Dorothy Parker

A Dream Lies Dead

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!


My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.

I lit the match, but dear Coward-Liar, you grabbed it from me, poured gasoline all over the bridge and set it aflame.

Pray I never find out who you are.

When Angels Fall

The Seer looked at me across the table and said, "...and it will never be the same. Friendly, but distant. Courteous and polite, but no more".

I nodded, knowing in my heart that what she said was the truth of the future. I had already felt it, I just needed someone to say it to me.

"And need to say that it was not ok. In some sort of public way. Actions must be accounted for."

I stared at her. "I can't do that! You don't understand...there is no way..." My words trailed off as I tried to wrap my brain around the truly impossible task she had just set before me.

"It does not need to be literal Gabrielle. It can be an allegory, a fable. Something symbolic that you can speak to the Universe. The Goddess wants your voice heard."

I sat for a moment and opened my mind and heart. I would know the answer when it came.

The Seer smiled at me. The answer came.

"I know what to do.", I told her. "Good.", she…

Turn, Turn, Turn

Due to the changes in policy and prices of Open Space Sims in Second Life, I am forced to make some changes as well.

I have lived in, and cared for, my Open Space Sim for two years. It rezzed on December 6, 2006. I never expected, in my wildest dreams, for it to become what it did. These two years have been wonderful. I thank all of you for sharing them with me.

I am going to be consolidating into a full Sim with 3 other "former" Open Space Sim renters. I do not yet know who my neighbors will be, but I have requested that The Guvnah change the Sim name when we consolidate. The full Sim will sit where Carntaigh does, as it provides a vital link in the Caledon Railway System.

Therefore, Caledon Carntaigh will soon cease to be. I do not know the timeline yet. Because of this, I have chosen to change the name of my blog here to "Songs from The Nightingale". If you have links or references to this blog, please update them accordingly.

I can not even express how difficult th…

The Diplomats' Ball

Ladies and Gentlemen,

You are cordially invited to The Diplomats' Ball on Saturday, November 8 from 5:30-8:00pm SLT.

This formal ball is in honor of the communities of Steelhead and Adam ondi Ahman. Both nations have embassies in Caledon Penzance, and this event is to celebrate them and the conclusion of Caledon Penzance Anniversary week.

Attire should be formal, and appropriate for a diplomatic event. The ball will be held at Miss Gloriana Maertens' abode in the northeast corner of Caledon Penzance.

Music by Radio Riel. .

The Duchess of Caledon Carntaigh, Gabrielle Riel

The Latest on Open Spaces from LL

New World Notes posted the following this evening:

This makes me a very cranky Duchess.

~ Gabi