What a lovely word that is... settled. It's a fundamentally English word. Unusually, it has several meanings (a relaxed state, occupied land, a Yorkshire placename, a style of chair, and more), but every meaning conjures up the same image. An image of stability.
In these horrid times we're living, being settled is a precious thing.
I don't know whether I'll be able to keep a hold of my home in sl. I may need to shrink it, or move it, or leave it and just rely on my original little place in West Haven. (Yes, I still have it. Vicky mows the lawn for me there, and puts the duster around now and then). As much as I love my home in Scepter'd Isle, it's a luxury that I could live without, if I had to. And with rl factors like exchange rates conspiring against sis with a vengeance, and with a sudden unexpected change in her rl income (remember, I sponge my living from her) I need to think through my options. It's unsettling.
And then, while this unfortunate state unravels, Vextra circles back into my life, takes me by the hand, and sits me down. We've passed through each others orbits more times than I can recall, touching briefly now and then, yet always moving on again. But, when orbits cross, inevitably one body tugs at the other and, sooner or later, orbits become entangled and both bodies find a common path, circling each other as they travel. Not held captive, though not entirely free while gravity continues its work. An equilibrium develops, and life becomes more... settled.
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