{"id":220,"date":"2008-03-23T06:31:04","date_gmt":"2008-03-23T11:31:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/?p=220"},"modified":"2008-03-23T06:31:04","modified_gmt":"2008-03-23T11:31:04","slug":"easter-sunday-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/2008\/03\/23\/easter-sunday-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Easter Sunday 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>And I&#8217;m not going to church.\u00a0 Instead, I&#8217;m up early watching the sun rise.\u00a0 As I walked with the dogs earlier, we stood a moment and looked at the almost full moon in the west, clear and bright in the sky.\u00a0 I feel like I sometimes carry &#8220;church&#8221; with me, a sense of awe and gratitude for a life I did not create and that I cannot always control.\u00a0 I send my wishes and dreams out to the universe, which often answers in surprising and wonderful ways.\u00a0 I require little to make me happy: hot coffee after a cold morning walk, beautiful music to help the sun crest the pine trees\u00a0 (this morning it&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.algonet.se\/~iguana\/DRAKE\/NDpink.html\">Nick Drake<\/a> who just popped out at me as I scanned iTunes), love of family and friends.\u00a0 I see the poetry around me, and long to find the perfect metaphor, one that takes the breath away, one that captures the essence of what lives in y heart.\u00a0 But, I am no poet and must be contented with these fragile words.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Easter!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And I&#8217;m not going to church.\u00a0 Instead, I&#8217;m up early watching the sun rise.\u00a0 As I walked with the dogs earlier, we stood a moment and looked at the almost full moon in the west, clear and bright in the sky.\u00a0 I feel like I sometimes carry &#8220;church&#8221; with me, \u2026 <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/2008\/03\/23\/easter-sunday-2008\/\"> Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr; <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[8,13,10],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p31UVs-3y","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/220"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=220"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/220\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=220"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=220"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/simplykaren.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=220"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}