{"id":37692,"date":"2017-08-05T19:14:47","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:14:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37692"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:14:47","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:14:47","slug":"pacific-northwest-resplendence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/pacific-northwest-resplendence\/","title":{"rendered":"pacific-northwest resplendence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>lapis lazuli is the color of my spiritual doorway<\/p>\n<p>tourmaline, the color of our marriage<\/p>\n<p>stones.<\/p>\n<p>our house, guacamole, sporting both<\/p>\n<p>the yellow and green of an avocado.<\/p>\n<p>honey, the highlight color &#8212; stained doors, deck<\/p>\n<p>and yellow cedar shake.<\/p>\n<p>berry is the color of hunger and happiness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>but of all the colors abounding, the silver\/green<\/p>\n<p>lichen at the base of our massive cedars is the<\/p>\n<p>most intriguing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this is the color of wisdom for me,<\/p>\n<p>of patient abiding.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the forest is our Pacific Northwest teacher.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>when the cedar is exploded by lightning<\/p>\n<p>or thrashed to the ground by a winter wind<\/p>\n<p>storm, its orange-red flesh disintegrates<\/p>\n<p>into wild and weird castles.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>after several months it breaks down further<\/p>\n<p>into a soft duff that I love to walk through<\/p>\n<p>barefoot.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>when my feet are well stained<\/p>\n<p>orange red, I am ready to join in their<\/p>\n<p>moist and thoughtful sanctuary.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>lapis lazuli is the color of my spiritual doorway tourmaline, the color of our marriage stones. our house, guacamole, sporting both the yellow and green of an avocado. honey, the highlight color &#8212; stained doors, deck and yellow cedar shake. berry is the color of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1130,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37692","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37692","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\/1130"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37692"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37692\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37719,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37692\/revisions\/37719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37692"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37692"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37692"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}