{"id":681,"date":"2004-08-14T21:56:33","date_gmt":"2004-08-14T19:56:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/word\/archives\/681"},"modified":"2004-08-14T21:56:33","modified_gmt":"2004-08-14T19:56:33","slug":"delicate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/archives\/681","title":{"rendered":"Delicate"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>so why d\u2019ya fill my sorrow<br \/>\nwith the words you&#8217;ve borrowed<br \/>\nfrom the only place you&#8217;ve known<br \/>\nwhy d\u2019ya sing hallelujah<br \/>\nif it means nothin\u2019 to ya<br \/>\nwhy d\u2019ya sing with me at all?<\/i><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.damienrice.com\">-Damien Rice<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I stood outside today on the lawn of my parent&#8217;s home.  I hadn&#8217;t stopped moving all day&#8230;driving, eating, packing boxes.  I hadn&#8217;t just&#8230;taken a breath and closed my eyes to think.  When I opened my eyes and looked up, there were those cliched perfect white clouds with the perfect blue sea of a sky.  The weather was such that I felt comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt (I don&#8217;t dress up all the time, you know&#8230;).  For a blessed moment, there were no lawnmowers, chainsaws, cars, children shrieking, sirens, or dogs barking.  The wind picked up just the slightest bit and brushed skin of my arms&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Even with all of the thoughts and stress and worry&#8230;things really will be ok.  The eternal optimist in me lives strong.  There are a lot of people I really miss right now and a lot of things I want to accomplish in less time than I would like.  <i>Sometimes I think I&#8217;m so impatient to DO things that I forget how much I really am LIVING.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>so why d\u2019ya fill my sorrow with the words you&#8217;ve borrowed from the only place you&#8217;ve known why d\u2019ya sing hallelujah if it means nothin\u2019 to ya why d\u2019ya sing with me at all? -Damien Rice I stood outside today&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-681","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/681","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=681"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/681\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}