{"id":136138,"date":"2023-09-02T19:41:13","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:41:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=136138"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:41:13","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:41:13","slug":"the-secret-path-hour-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-secret-path-hour-11\/","title":{"rendered":"The Secret Path &#8211; Hour 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns.<\/p>\n<p>I was born to a practical family.<\/p>\n<p>But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do.<\/p>\n<p>I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories<\/p>\n<p>without expecting such creatures to appear in the real world.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Years later I discovered overgrown garden pathways<\/p>\n<p>and mysterious woods full of the sounds I knew<\/p>\n<p>magic would make. No other places are so welcoming<\/p>\n<p>to me today. No other places so much like home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Down a green tunnel to a fairy castle or a witch\u2019s lair,<\/p>\n<p>Seeking bright eyes and the slight flutter of wings,<\/p>\n<p>I once again become six years old, expecting<\/p>\n<p>the Ice Queen\u2019s sleigh and the wonder of Turkish Delight.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-135945\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-768x960-1-240x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"164\" height=\"205\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-768x960-1-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tim-foster-BnwRf_m3EIg-unsplash-768x960-1.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 164px) 100vw, 164px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns. I was born to a practical family. But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do. I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories without expecting such creatures&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[2454,1614,6112,5789,6111],"class_list":["post-136138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-fairies","tag-fantasy","tag-garden-path","tag-viviak","tag-woodland-path"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136138","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\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136138"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136214,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136138\/revisions\/136214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}