{"id":6186,"date":"2017-03-11T22:36:29","date_gmt":"2017-03-12T06:36:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/?p=6186"},"modified":"2018-03-07T13:02:16","modified_gmt":"2018-03-07T21:02:16","slug":"6186","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/2017\/03\/6186\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>mOOn Over tOwns mOOn<br \/>\nwhisper<br \/>\nless creature huge grO<br \/>\npingness<br \/>\n&#8212; E. E. Cummings<\/p>\n<p>The rising of the full moon pulls us away from the mundane world of traffic and pollution and politics, drawing us up into a different place: the world of Chang-O and the Rabbit in the Moon; the world of the Apollo moon landings; no, different than both these things. Something primal, something that draws our eyes up at the time of the full moon, even though any mention of the moon is trite, as trite as poems that rhyme June and Moon. I still can&#8217;t believe that I live in the northern California subrubs, where I can see the full moon rising up over both palm trees and redwood trees at the same time. I want to pretend to be bored, but I am never bored by the rising moon. It is always new, always a wonder.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/BlogMar1117-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-6187\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/BlogMar1117.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/BlogMar1117-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/BlogMar1117-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/BlogMar1117-624x468.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>mOOn Over tOwns mOOn whisper less creature huge grO pingness &#8212; E. E. Cummings The rising of the full moon pulls us away from the mundane world of traffic and pollution and politics, drawing us up into a different place: the world of Chang-O and the Rabbit in the Moon; the world of the Apollo &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/2017\/03\/6186\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,43],"tags":[679],"class_list":["post-6186","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bay-area-calif","category-meditations","tag-moon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6186","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6186"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6186\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6188,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6186\/revisions\/6188"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}