{"id":3886,"date":"2011-12-01T14:28:03","date_gmt":"2011-12-01T22:28:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=3886"},"modified":"2011-12-01T14:28:03","modified_gmt":"2011-12-01T22:28:03","slug":"wind-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2011\/wind-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"Wind Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The wind gently rolls through the trees<br \/>\nLike a mothers soft whisper in her infants ear<br \/>\nTelling her of things not yet unfurled<br \/>\nBut waiting on the distant horizon<br \/>\nLike a run away balloon<br \/>\nSwept into the abyss<br \/>\nthat is not cold, dark or lonely<br \/>\nbut quiet and filled with the warmth<br \/>\nof a contented heart that beats<br \/>\nnot because it has to but because it wants to<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Dancing in pirouettes on the shoulders of the leaves<br \/>\nRattling the bones the edifice of this green breeze<br \/>\nUntil just one person stops to watch and listen<br \/>\nTo the secrets swept up by this whirlwind<br \/>\nAs the bones are rolled to reveal the truth that lies<br \/>\nIn the scattered remains, a world foretold<br \/>\nBut not yet cemented<br \/>\nThe wind is shifting in this dire breath<br \/>\nSwitching back from foot to foot<br \/>\nA ballerina bowing and swaying<br \/>\nWith the whispering wind<br \/>\nDancing not because someone is watching<br \/>\nBut to release the rhythm bounding in her mind<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Clarity is the remnants of the words left behind<br \/>\nAs your hair is tussled and your clothing left displaced<br \/>\nA clairvoyance unachieved until this moment<br \/>\nAll you needed was the gentle prompting of the wind<br \/>\nLike a mother letting her child go into the dark, cold, lonely world<br \/>\nThat isn\u2019t quite so lonely<br \/>\nAnd isn\u2019t quite so cold<br \/>\nyes there is a darkness<br \/>\nBut your child will find the way<br \/>\nLike a blind woman they will be guided<br \/>\nBy the caresses of the wind<br \/>\nWhen all else is darkened<br \/>\nThere will be your hand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The wind gently rolls through the trees Like a mothers soft whisper in her infants ear Telling her of things not yet unfurled But waiting on the distant horizon Like a run away balloon Swept into the abyss that is not cold, dark or lonely but quiet and filled with the warmth of a contented [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[1026,189,979,107,1756,113,1757,1003,194,517],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3886"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3886"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3886\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3887,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3886\/revisions\/3887"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3886"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3886"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3886"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}