{"id":112,"date":"2012-04-11T15:15:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-11T15:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mixhart.ca\/blog\/?p=112"},"modified":"2012-11-11T07:48:44","modified_gmt":"2012-11-11T15:48:44","slug":"the-ark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.mixhart.ca\/index.php\/the-ark\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ark"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Ark<\/h3>\n\n\n\n\n
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The Goddess lay down her precious gift<\/strong>.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Energy drifting through changing currents<\/strong>.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Morphing, pushing, pulling, stop.<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Cargo too precious, stumbles akwardly onto the new world.<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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New life on ancient shores.<\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Eternal energy on ephemeral shores.<\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Infant stumbles, dances, stumbles through the playground of good and evil.\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Stumbling, dancing, stumbling, stop.<\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Passing through truths hidden, waiting to be found, on ephermal shores.<\/strong><\/span>
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photos and poem by MIx Hart<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n

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Pictures are from Sunday’s Easter egg hunt in my sister’s yard. Miranda’s daughters and my daughters participated.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nIt was a lovely Easter supper at Miranda and John’s house with my parents in attendance.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Ark The Goddess lay down her precious gift. Energy drifting through changing currents. Morphing, pushing, pulling, stop. Cargo too precious, stumbles akwardly onto the new world. New life on ancient shores. Eternal energy on ephemeral shores. Infant stumbles, dances, … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"kt_blocks_editor_width":"","_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[24,133],"tags":[3112,3115,335],"class_list":["post-112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motherhood","category-poetry","tag-motherhood","tag-poetry","tag-poem-about-an-egg"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t