{"id":21,"date":"2009-09-18T02:57:49","date_gmt":"2009-09-18T02:57:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.adamflanders.com\/blog\/?p=21"},"modified":"2010-01-13T02:59:09","modified_gmt":"2010-01-13T02:59:09","slug":"rip-squeakey-my-little-friend-and-poocademon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/2009\/09\/rip-squeakey-my-little-friend-and-poocademon\/","title":{"rendered":"RIP Squeakey ~ My Little Friend and Poocademon"},"content":{"rendered":"

“For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.<\/p>\n

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;<\/p>\n

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.<\/p>\n

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit…<\/p>\n

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.<\/p>\n

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”<\/i><\/p>\n

~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet<\/i><\/p>\n

\t\t<\/p>\n

\t\tThe Summer Day,<\/i> by Mary Oliver<\/p>\n

\t\tWho made the world?
\nWho made the swan, and the black bear?
\nWho made the grasshopper?
\nThis grasshopper, I mean –
\nthe one who has flung herself out of the grass,
\nthe one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
\nwho is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and
\ndown –
\nwho is gazing around with her enormous and complicated
\neyes.
\nNow she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her
\nface.
\nNow she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
\nI don\u2019t know exactly what a prayer is.
\nI do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
\ninto the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
\nhow to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
\nwhich is what I have been doing all day.
\nTell me, what else should I have done?
\nDoesn\u2019t everything die at last, and too soon?
\nTell me, what is it you plan to do
\nwith your one wild and precious life?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions\/23"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adamflanders.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}