{"id":11218,"date":"2012-02-12T00:05:22","date_gmt":"2012-02-12T08:05:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/?p=11218"},"modified":"2012-02-12T00:05:22","modified_gmt":"2012-02-12T08:05:22","slug":"finding-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/11218","title":{"rendered":"Finding Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I found a poem that Mom and I wrote a few years ago.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image wp-image-11244\" title=\"finding-home\" src=\"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/finding-home.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"360\" height=\"240\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0FINDING HOME<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Home isn\u2019t just a place or a location.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It\u2019s a feeling, a memory, a sound, sometimes a smell.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It can be someone you know &#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8230; and the memory of their laugh.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It can be that feeling rising in your throat<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">when you hug someone you haven\u2019t seen for a while.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Or that sense of belonging you get<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">when you make a new acquaintance you didn\u2019t know you missed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Or that farmstead you long for.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">When you\u2019re homesick for the farmgirl life you\u2019ve never led,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">hang laundry outside and<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">the scent will take you there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Crochet at the end of the day,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and simple becomes your sanctuary.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Wanting to go home<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">can be a sensory journey<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">as good<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">as being there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I found a poem that Mom and I wrote a few years ago. \u00a0FINDING HOME Home isn\u2019t just a place or a location. It\u2019s a feeling, a memory, a sound, sometimes a smell. It can be someone you know &#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/11218\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[385,449,710],"class_list":["post-11218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gratitude","tag-gratitude-2","tag-inspiration","tag-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11218"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11218\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}