{"id":6796,"date":"2021-03-01T06:11:58","date_gmt":"2021-03-01T14:11:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6796"},"modified":"2021-03-01T06:11:59","modified_gmt":"2021-03-01T14:11:59","slug":"egret-and-the-homeless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/egret-and-the-homeless\/","title":{"rendered":"Egret and the Homeless"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-6796\" data-postid=\"6796\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-6796 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>I was walking through the city at dawn, following a salmon-bearing stream, seeing beaver signs everywhere, admiring ducks and squirrels, when I came across a sort of homeless camp on the fringes of a city park. The camp looked like several mortar rounds had scored a direct hit. Tents flattened. Shit everywhere but not a single person around. I inspected some of the shit and was dumbfounded by the presence of a few items (egg beater, I think?). I was making a mental note of these inexplicable items when I turned my head and beheld an egret off to the side of the carnage, plucking frogs from the mud, mud that used to be a football field but had gone to seed (muck) long ago and no one would ever play football there again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was struck by the beauty and grace of the egret in such a bleak setting. It was almost a feeling of blindness to see it. I watched the egret for a few minutes and then continued my walk, hunting for beaverwood and answering the current questions in my life, which are many these days, and utterly new.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was walking through the city at dawn, following a salmon-bearing stream, seeing beaver signs everywhere, admiring ducks and squirrels, when I came across a sort of homeless camp on the fringes of a city park. The camp looked like several mortar rounds had scored a direct hit. Tents flattened. Shit everywhere but not a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6797,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","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\/6796","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=6796"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6796\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6798,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6796\/revisions\/6798"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6797"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}