{"id":126903,"date":"2023-09-02T09:20:15","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:20:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126903"},"modified":"2023-09-02T20:11:03","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T00:11:03","slug":"giving-up-on-the-blue-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/giving-up-on-the-blue-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour #1: Giving Up on the Blue Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We celebrated, the four of us, with Moon Food\u2014<\/p>\n<p>ball shaped white rice mochi, slightly sweet and<\/p>\n<p>round crackers with white cheese spread. We toasted<\/p>\n<p>with white wine and one woman read a moon poem.<\/p>\n<p>We ate salmon spread on black rice crackers, confetti<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>salad with calamata olives, and an unremarkable looking<\/p>\n<p>white rice dish, which I declined. We chatted at the kitchen<\/p>\n<p>table until the prescribed time and together we filed outside<\/p>\n<p>to witness the moonrise. I had my doubts we\u2019d see anything,<\/p>\n<p>as there had been thunder and lightning and scattered<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>showers all day. Outside, in the chilly air, the clouds<\/p>\n<p>hung low over the rose garden. Our hostess danced to the<\/p>\n<p>voices of chanting women playing on her phone. Some joined<\/p>\n<p>in while others scanned the sky, one woman making a moon sign<\/p>\n<p>with index finger and thumb. Without a sighting, we began<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to fatigue\u2014tiring further, one woman dropped to the ground,<\/p>\n<p>two more followed, lying down on the grass, one expounding<\/p>\n<p>on the virtues of soaking up earth energy to heal our bodies.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, we gave up on the moon altogether and returned<\/p>\n<p>to the house, pulling oracle cards to predict our future.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We celebrated, the four of us, with Moon Food\u2014 ball shaped white rice mochi, slightly sweet and round crackers with white cheese spread. We toasted with white wine and one woman read a moon poem. We ate salmon spread on black rice crackers, confetti &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1134,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-126903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126903","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1134"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126903"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126903\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136597,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126903\/revisions\/136597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=126903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=126903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}