{"id":301,"date":"2021-03-22T21:25:34","date_gmt":"2021-03-23T01:25:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=301"},"modified":"2021-03-22T21:25:34","modified_gmt":"2021-03-23T01:25:34","slug":"3-equinox-2021","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2021\/03\/22\/3-equinox-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"#3 equinox 2021"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When I went to Wollam Gardens in search of flowers I was hunting for those blossoms that were hinting at Spring for a much needed dose of hope. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignwide size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1004\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-1004x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-302\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-1004x1024.jpg 1004w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-294x300.jpg 294w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-768x784.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-1505x1536.jpg 1505w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370-1200x1224.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/WAF7370.jpg 1568w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1004px) 100vw, 1004px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As if the purpose <br>Of beauty <br>Was to hurt me more alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gregory Orr, from \u201cCertain poems offer me \u2026 ,\u201d <em>The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write<\/em> (W. W. Norton &amp; Co., 2019)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to Wollam Gardens in search of flowers I was hunting for those blossoms that were hinting at Spring for a much needed dose of hope. As if the purpose Of beauty Was to hurt me more alive. Gregory Orr, from \u201cCertain poems offer me \u2026 ,\u201d The Last Love Poem I Will [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rough-ideas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=301"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/301\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":303,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/301\/revisions\/303"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}