{"id":49502,"date":"2019-06-22T13:52:29","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49502"},"modified":"2019-07-03T23:28:02","modified_gmt":"2019-07-04T03:28:02","slug":"prompts-3-and-4-i-loved-the-walk-and-record-i-will-post-the-audio-version-too-when-i-figure-it-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompts-3-and-4-i-loved-the-walk-and-record-i-will-post-the-audio-version-too-when-i-figure-it-out\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompts 3 and 4 &#8211; I loved the walk and record! I will post the audio version, too when I figure it out!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This was a coooool prompt!\u00a0 Below is a peek into the chaos of the house of a teacher at the end of the school year.\u00a0 It sounds a right mess but it is just life scattered around the house of a family with a teenager and a young adult woman in transition into her grad studies in another province in process of moving&#8230;my children on the move.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>walking in the chaos<\/em><\/p>\n<p>these piles of clothes<\/p>\n<p>this lived in home<\/p>\n<p>that is new and not new<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>scattered pieces of life laying down on<\/p>\n<p>floor<\/p>\n<p>couch<\/p>\n<p>table<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>dust<\/p>\n<p>remnants of meals<\/p>\n<p>heels<\/p>\n<p>reverberations of other people\u2019s lives not yet covered<\/p>\n<p>by mine<\/p>\n<p>or my family\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>attempts to place memories<\/p>\n<p>from other places<\/p>\n<p>in spaces too small to fit them all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>piles of books<\/p>\n<p>gifts<\/p>\n<p>photos of other times from other homes<\/p>\n<p>where I felt more like they were mine than somebody else\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>contained chaos in empty cereal boxes and milk cartons<\/p>\n<p>dishes in sinks<\/p>\n<p>vases of roses given in gratitude remind me I am here for other purposes<\/p>\n<p>than my own<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>padding on floors<\/p>\n<p>to scattered rooms filled with remnants of business<\/p>\n<p>dropped or placed<\/p>\n<p>rested<\/p>\n<p>draped<\/p>\n<p>flung-back sheets in anticipation of days filled with hope to rise to the sun and reach for something new<\/p>\n<p>reminds me life is filled with business and prayers in motion<\/p>\n<p>walking prayers when we don\u2019t have time to stop and kneel<\/p>\n<p>or reach our hands to the quaking leaves and feel the wind in our hair<\/p>\n<p>reminds me<\/p>\n<p>this too is life<\/p>\n<p>this too is living a walking prayer<\/p>\n<p>a thankfulness<\/p>\n<p>remembering to stop and hear the voice of Creator in this mess sometimes, too<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>because it means we live<\/p>\n<p>and our living is full of dreams and prayers<\/p>\n<p>and hopes that we bring medicine into this aching world<\/p>\n<p>even when we leave footprints in the dust of our own floors<\/p>\n<p>(c) r. l. elke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was a coooool prompt!\u00a0 Below is a peek into the chaos of the house of a teacher at the end of the school year.\u00a0 It sounds a right mess but it is just life scattered around the house of a family with a teenager&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,2114,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49502","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49502","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\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49502"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49502\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49558,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49502\/revisions\/49558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49502"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49502"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49502"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}