Our new life is starting to take its shape and I must admit there are times when things just don’t feel or look familiar and that seems odd. I keep coaching my own self to think more openly and look at the larger picture – that this is the life we are designing for ourselves and it doesn’t follow the rhythm of other peoples’ life no more than it maybe follows any of the patterns that I had before either. <\/p>\n
Summer in Europe, not just a dream, we’re making the plans now for what we had promised to ourselves would be part of our new horizon. <\/p>\n
All of the frictions are based on following a new path and since it’s a new path, it’s uncertain, it’s unfamiliar, it’s exciting in that it’s unmoored, and boundless, and yet, you know how the open road feels – exhilarating and uncomfortable at the same time. <\/p>\n
This is the perfect poem to capture the macro view of this world:<\/p>\n
W. H. Davies<\/p>\n
Leisure<\/strong><\/p>\n WHAT is this life if, full of care, No time to see, when woods we pass, No time to see, in broad daylight, No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, No time to wait till her mouth can A poor life this if, full of care, Our new life is starting to take its shape and I must admit there are times when things just don’t feel or look familiar and that seems odd. I keep coaching my own self to think more openly and look at the larger picture – that this is the life we are designing for ourselves and it doesn’t follow the rhythm of other peoples’ life no more than it maybe follows any of the patterns… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14933","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-3SR","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14933","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14933"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14933\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14934,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14933\/revisions\/14934"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14933"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14933"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14933"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWe have no time to stand and stare?\u2014
\nNo time to stand beneath the boughs,
\nAnd stare as long as sheep and cows:<\/p>\n
\nWhere squirrels hide their nuts in grass:<\/p>\n
\nStreams full of stars, like skies at night:<\/p>\n
\nAnd watch her feet, how they can dance:<\/p>\n
\nEnrich that smile her eyes began?<\/p>\n
\nWe have no time to stand and stare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"