{"id":53,"date":"2011-10-12T22:46:57","date_gmt":"2011-10-12T22:46:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/simplymeandjeans.wordpress.com\/?p=53"},"modified":"2011-10-12T22:46:57","modified_gmt":"2011-10-12T22:46:57","slug":"the-years-first-taste-of-fall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/?p=53","title":{"rendered":"The Year’s First Taste of Fall"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>I live with inner conflict. \u00a0I love \u00a0people but I crave solitude. \u00a0I love to bake but avoid cooking. I am obsessed with reality TV but long to yank every single television set out of my home. \u00a0I am compelled to stay busy but \u00a0hunger for a slower life.<\/p>\n

Maybe this is why I love the first day \u00a0that wraps me in the warm blanket of fall. \u00a0It stops me dead in my frantic summer tracks and causes me to plop down on the front porch swing to…well…breath. \u00a0My heart begins to anticipate long, quiet nights in front of the fireplace, board games with my kids, chili for dinner, cookies in the oven and time to notice the little things all around me. \u00a0Fall is the defibrillator that shocks my mind into it’s natural and normal rhythm. \u00a0I begin to crave the trace scent of wood and dust in the pages of an old book. \u00a0Not the sterile brightness of a kindle. \u00a0My hands search for a pen and journal so my mind can record feelings and impressions of everyday occurences. \u00a0 Things that I have blindly encountered for months. \u00a0My mind builds connections again. \u00a0From a smell to an emotion….an experience to a lesson…a scene to a dream. \u00a0Not to be misunderstood, I enjoy summer to a certain extent. \u00a0I enjoy the time with my family, the chance to travel, the opportunity to \u00a0play more. \u00a0But the truth is, with all the activities, it seems that my senses are numbed. \u00a0My \u00a0heart doesn’t connect and I don’t \u00a0appreciate my life as much when I’m racing around like a chipmunk on caffeine.<\/p>\n

But today….today was beautiful. \u00a0The rain had calmed the air. \u00a0Rows and rows of black birds sat on electrical lines puffed up to warm themselves from the cool breeze. \u00a0They even seemed like they were taking a breath. \u00a0The sun rose with a slow swagger. \u00a0The Gungor song on my radio seemed to have new layers of sound that thrilled my heart and sent chills down my spine. \u00a0My soul recognized a new thirst for God. \u00a0A thirst to be completely His. \u00a0My husband smelled like home and my girls’ smiles thrilled my soul.<\/p>\n

I think I’ll try to write this week.<\/p>\n

It seems that I’m awake again….breathing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I live with inner conflict. \u00a0I love \u00a0people but I crave solitude. \u00a0I love to bake but avoid cooking. I am obsessed with reality TV but long to yank every single television set out of my home. \u00a0I am compelled to stay busy but \u00a0hunger for a slower life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":60,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[27,36,56,105,186,189,204,268,489,576,589,595],"class_list":["post-53","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-just-some-thoughts","tag-autumn","tag-beautiful","tag-board-games","tag-cool","tag-fall","tag-family","tag-fireplace","tag-holidays","tag-season","tag-texas","tag-travel","tag-truth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=53"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/60"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=53"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=53"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=53"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}