{"id":20730,"date":"2019-01-20T16:15:04","date_gmt":"2019-01-20T21:15:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=20730"},"modified":"2019-01-20T16:15:04","modified_gmt":"2019-01-20T21:15:04","slug":"this-evening-at-a-dinner-party-in-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=20730","title":{"rendered":"This evening, at a dinner party in Paris"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This evening, at a dinner party in Paris, I learned about Mary Oliver. I learned that she had existed, that she had been a poet whose work was beloved by several of the people in the room, and that she had passed away only three days ago.<\/p>\n<p>So this evening I went on-line and read through much of her poetry, and found it to be deeply moving and inspirational. I will share with you this one, called &#8220;The Journey&#8221;, which speaks to me in a particularly profound way:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>One day you finally knew<br \/>\nwhat you had to do, and began,<br \/>\nthough the voices around you<br \/>\nkept shouting<br \/>\ntheir bad advice&#8211;<br \/>\nthough the whole house<br \/>\nbegan to tremble<br \/>\nand you felt the old tug<br \/>\nat your ankles.<br \/>\n&#8220;Mend my life!&#8221;<br \/>\neach voice cried.<br \/>\nBut you didn&#8217;t stop.<br \/>\nYou knew what you had to do,<br \/>\nthough the wind pried<br \/>\nwith its stiff fingers<br \/>\nat the very foundations,<br \/>\nthough their melancholy<br \/>\nwas terrible.<br \/>\nIt was already late<br \/>\nenough, and a wild night,<br \/>\nand the road full of fallen<br \/>\nbranches and stones.<br \/>\nBut little by little,<br \/>\nas you left their voices behind,<br \/>\nthe stars began to burn<br \/>\nthrough the sheets of clouds,<br \/>\nand there was a new voice<br \/>\nwhich you slowly<br \/>\nrecognized as your own,<br \/>\nthat kept you company<br \/>\nas you strode deeper and deeper<br \/>\ninto the world,<br \/>\ndetermined to do<br \/>\nthe only thing you could do&#8211;<br \/>\ndetermined to save<br \/>\nthe only life you could save.<br \/>\n<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This evening, at a dinner party in Paris, I learned about Mary Oliver. I learned that she had existed, that she had been a poet whose work was beloved by several of the people in the room, and that she had passed away only three days ago. So this evening I went on-line and read &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=20730\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;This evening, at a dinner party in Paris&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20730"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20730"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20730\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20733,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20730\/revisions\/20733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20730"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20730"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20730"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}