{"id":7641,"date":"2022-02-25T06:55:53","date_gmt":"2022-02-25T14:55:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=7641"},"modified":"2022-02-25T06:55:54","modified_gmt":"2022-02-25T14:55:54","slug":"an-orb-of-beaverwood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/an-orb-of-beaverwood\/","title":{"rendered":"An Orb of Beaverwood"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-7641\" data-postid=\"7641\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-7641 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>My mind meandered as I walked in the park. Below me, a tiny creek gurgled its way to the ocean. How many Americans could correctly answer this question: where is this creek ultimately flowing? I&#8217;d guess less than 30 percent. But they all know who played Captain Kirk or who won the Super Bowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was early morning and cold. I looked down to the creek as I always do, checking out the crazy Daffy ducks and praying for the stray choice cut of beaverwood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Something golden in color and round in shape, roughly the size of a bowling ball, bobbled in the current. It was blocked by a downed tree. I stopped and stared hard at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>It couldn&#8217;t be!<\/em> Yet I knew it was because I am the world&#8217;s leading authority on the subject. It was a choice cut of Oregon beaverwood gnawed into a preposterous shape by one of my bucktoothed friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It could vanish any moment down the creek if the current shifted. <em>The horror! The horror!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had to possess it! I had to add it my new collection that is gradually taking over my writing studio and bedroom. Am I the only person in America, or the world for that matter, whose principle interior decorating scheme is displaying choice cuts of beaverwood? Yes! Yes! Yes!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I clambered down the bank. Brambles whipsawed my chest and thighs. I stood on the log corralling my sacred treasure. I took several steps on the log&#8217;s slick surface. I used another piece of beaverwood the length and girth of a golf club, to guide the treasure to shore. I reached down to pick it up. Oh the glory! It was no mere choice cut. The word <em>orb<\/em> instantly came to mind. A beaverwood orb with divine powers of revelation! I would display it in my studio under a soft light and ask all manner of advice of it. It would reveal everything I needed to know about improving my frustrated life in the big city.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mind meandered as I walked in the park. Below me, a tiny creek gurgled its way to the ocean. How many Americans could correctly answer this question: where is this creek ultimately flowing? I&#8217;d guess less than 30 percent. But they all know who played Captain Kirk or who won the Super Bowl. It [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7642,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7641","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\/7641","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=7641"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7644,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7641\/revisions\/7644"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}