{"id":135784,"date":"2023-09-02T19:39:40","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:39:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135784"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:39:40","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:39:40","slug":"hour-11-an-extraordinary-ordinary-camino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-11-an-extraordinary-ordinary-camino\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour #11: An Extraordinary, Ordinary Camino"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>\r\nMy Home: An Extraordinary, Ordinary Camino\r\n\r\nDon Quixote envisioned a mission; Sancho Panza saddled along for adventure.\r\nJack Kerouac took us on the road, and a new world opened inside our country.\r\nWomen gathered all over the world to march together.\r\nPower comes in journeying together, in pacing each small step in rhythm to a sweeping song.\r\n\r\nPromise awaits in exotic lands; thrill comes with surprises.\r\nStill, roots come from where we are now, deep breaths down, down, down\r\nas we ground ourselves in the rich land underfoot, right here and now.\r\nPower comes in standing still, closing eyes, and trusting the directon of our toes.\r\n\r\nThese past years I've journeyed through my home: bus routes, sidewalks, nature trails, parks.\r\nDogs know me and wag tails, I've come to see babies grow, and I've seen many pass me with \r\nwaves some days, worries other times, and absence leading to perhaps never again. \r\nPower comes in embracing home, thanking those who came before, and preparing for others who will follow.\r\n\r\nWe've tilted at windmills even in our quiet corner of the world\r\nAdventures and freedom became all the more precious on the bright days at home.\r\nWe join together in our smaller communities now as we strive for a better world.\r\nThis camino is near, yet its sun markers are blest; its pilgrims, holy. Ordinary home is extraordinary.<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-135793 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-1229x1536-1-240x300.jpg\" alt=\"Tim Foster \" width=\"240\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-1229x1536-1-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-1229x1536-1-819x1024.jpg 819w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-1229x1536-1-768x960.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-1229x1536-1.jpg 1229w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/>Image by Tim Foster<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Im<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Home: An Extraordinary, Ordinary Camino Don Quixote envisioned a mission; Sancho Panza saddled along for adventure. Jack Kerouac took us on the road, and a new world opened inside our country. Women gathered all over the world to march together. Power comes in journeying&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135784","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135784","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135784"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135784\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136196,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135784\/revisions\/136196"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135784"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135784"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135784"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}