{"id":426,"date":"2019-06-17T15:43:56","date_gmt":"2019-06-17T15:43:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/?p=426"},"modified":"2019-06-17T15:43:56","modified_gmt":"2019-06-17T15:43:56","slug":"summer-songs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/summer-songs\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Songs…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thinking out loud,<\/h3>\n

The robins get up very early around here. \u00a0We know because they sing the morning song just outside our bedroom window. \u00a0Even though it is barely light, they are ready for the day. \u00a0I turn over and doze until I hear the raucous call of the Pileated Woodpecker, or the crows, or all of them together. \u00a0It\u2019s time to get up!<\/p>\n

I really don\u2019t mind this kind of wake up call. \u00a0I don\u2019t have to leap out of bed, but my brain starts working on whatever is \u201cup\u201d for the day.<\/p>\n

As a kid, summers seemed long open ended weeks, time for anything and everything, time to let my mind roam and the ideas sort themselves. \u00a0There was time to dream, to imagine, time to watch a stink bug make its way through a puddle, time to watch a popsicle stick sail the rugged seas of the street side gutter, or time to figure out what a shadow was and how it came to be.<\/p>\n

I treasure those memories. \u00a0And I treasure the ones I build each day. \u00a0I watch my back yard bunnies helping manage the lawn. \u00a0In the evenings we watch the swallows soar way up high over the back yard. \u00a0We watch the dragonflies cruise back and forth on mosquito patrol. \u00a0Dragonflies are my special friends because mosquitos seem to think I am on their particular menu…<\/p>\n

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And in the studio there is relaxed activity. \u00a0You could almost say lazy, but it isn\u2019t really. \u00a0My imagination is busy…I am stacking up fabric from my stash as an idea brews. \u00a0Pulling fabrics out has been pleasurable\u2014I have some pretty good stuff hiding in those shelves.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not in a hurry. \u00a0I aim to let the fabrics sing to me. \u00a0I\u2019m going to watch them and imagine and discover what story they have to tell me. \u00a0I am going to take my time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Thinking out loud, The robins get up very early around here. \u00a0We know because they sing the morning song just outside our bedroom window. \u00a0Even though it is barely light, they are ready for the day. \u00a0I turn over and doze until I hear the raucous call of the Pileated Woodpecker, or the … Continue reading “Summer Songs…”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/426"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=426"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":445,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/426\/revisions\/445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}