Air-breathing aquatic animals: Still interested in doing a virtual Watsu together, Rose and I fly east to the virtual Harbin Conference Center pools

Harbin ethnography:


... the Dragon Ridge on virtual Harbin's island, and talk as we gaze out over the ridge.

Still interested in doing a virtual Watsu together, and with virtual sunset coming on, Rose and I fly east to the virtual Harbin Conference Center pools, where I've rarely seen people in the waters, and which, like the Harbin Domes' pools, do not have geothermally heated water. Our avatars land near the Harbin Conference Center's main entrance, where there are also number of pools at different levels, at around 7 in the evening. Second Life Time corresponds currently with Pacific Time in California, for example, from which soil the program and virtual world of Second Life emerged. An Harbin Unconditional Dance in the Harbin Conference Center occurs these days in 'real life,' as well as virtually, on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 8 pm, so, after the Watsu, we would go to the dance. No one is around under the trees near the secluded, virtual, Harbin Conference Center, so we enter the water of the upper most pool, this time naked. We begin again facing each other, and I take her virtual wrists, and as we relax into the water, we begin to synchronize our breaths, and let ourselves descend a little with our exhales, and rise naturally, and virtually, with our inhales. Ease grows on our faces, and our eyes soften. I draw her head and upper body into the crook of my arm, and begin to float her, allowing her body and legs to trail through the water, as I begin to give her a Watsu. As she receives this, and releases, a faint smile grows over her face. Time passes quickly, and two avatars appear on the mini-map, coming across the bridge to the Conference Center, so I draw Rose to the wall of the pool, rest the back of head there, and press her belly in to bring her virtual sacrum to the pool's edge underwater. Totally relaxed, and happy, with her feet on the bottom of the pool, she opens her eyes, and slowly begins to emerge from the freedom of the Watsu. We thank each other, and I mention that people are beginning to arrive for the dance, so we get out of the pool, and put on our clothes, and walk into the Conference Center.

We went into the upper porch, outside the beautiful main …












(http://scott-macleod.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-breathing-aquatic-animals-still.html - April 6, 2010)