{"id":3532,"date":"2018-01-13T09:25:20","date_gmt":"2018-01-13T17:25:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3532"},"modified":"2018-01-13T09:25:20","modified_gmt":"2018-01-13T17:25:20","slug":"smoke-eyes-tell-truth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/smoke-eyes-tell-truth\/","title":{"rendered":"Smoke Eyes Tell the Truth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Many, many years ago I dated a remarkable woman named Janet. She passed away from cancer well over two decades ago but I always remember something she told me one night, around a campfire, our only one if I recall correctly.<\/p>\n<p>The wind shifted and our eyes were singed with smoke. Right there, she said, \u201cSmoke eyes tell the truth.\u201d I asked where that extraordinary phrase originated and she told me she had grown up with it.<\/p>\n<p>After our eyes somewhat recovered, she went first with a truth and then I followed. We went late into the night.<\/p>\n<p>I hadn&#8217;t thought of that campfire or that phrase for almost three decades, until this New Year&#8217;s Eve, and I sat around a campfire with someone, and we got smoke eyes. I recounted Janet&#8217;s story to my companion and we launched into some truth telling, which is always good for the soul, particularly to begin a new year and always around a campfire.<\/p>\n<p><i>(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Many, many years ago I dated a remarkable woman named Janet. She passed away from cancer well over two decades ago but I always remember something she told me one night, around a campfire, our only one if I recall correctly. The wind shifted and our eyes were singed with smoke. Right there, she said, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3533,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[544],"class_list":["post-3532","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","tag-camp-fire","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3532","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3532"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3532\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3534,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3532\/revisions\/3534"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3533"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3532"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3532"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3532"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}