{"id":3086,"date":"2014-08-23T19:54:38","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T23:54:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3086"},"modified":"2014-08-23T19:54:38","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T23:54:38","slug":"i-feel-gutted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/i-feel-gutted\/","title":{"rendered":"I feel gutted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hiking through the woods, I use exercise to help heal a wounded heart.<br \/>\nSweat takes my mind on a vacation from useless rumination and pain.<\/p>\n<p>I stop for water.<br \/>\nRight before me, the earth has shared her scars with me.<br \/>\nYet I see only inspiring beauty.<br \/>\nI plop down to ponder.<\/p>\n<p>I feel gutted is one of my favorite British descriptions. So literal.<br \/>\nSo powerful.<br \/>\nI study the huge reminder before me. A gaping hole from previously hard-packed stone.<br \/>\nIf Mother Nature could get better, I can too.<\/p>\n<p>I plow on ahead&#8230;<br \/>\nhoping I will be Mother Nature for the next observer in need.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hiking through the woods, I use exercise to help heal a wounded heart. Sweat takes my mind on a vacation from useless rumination and pain. I stop for water. Right before me, the earth has shared her scars with me. Yet I see only inspiring&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":96,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3086","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\/96"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3086"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3086\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3103,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3086\/revisions\/3103"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3086"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3086"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3086"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}