{"id":4029,"date":"2012-02-02T20:50:41","date_gmt":"2012-02-02T20:50:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=4029"},"modified":"2012-02-02T20:51:05","modified_gmt":"2012-02-02T20:51:05","slug":"cross-posted-at-ts-blog-nor-any-bounds-bounding-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=4029","title":{"rendered":"(cross-posted at T&#8217;s blog) &#8220;Nor any bounds, bounding us&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>I know it not, O Soul;<br \/>\nNor dost thou\u2014all is a blank before us;<br \/>\nAll waits, undream&#8217;d of, in that region\u2014that inaccessible land.<br \/>\n &#8211; Toward The Unknown Region, from <a href=\"http:\/\/whitmanarchive.org\/published\/periodical\/poems\/per.00051\" target= _blank><i>Whispers of Heavenly Death<\/i><\/a>, by Walt Whitman<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p class=Indent>Walt Whitman had the loveliest sense of adventure about death, and so it is with that sense that we &#8211; for real this time &#8211; break the metaphorical champagne bottle on the ship that takes our grandmother off on her next adventure. We believe that the first leg of the journey is sleep, a deep and restful recompense for all of the years of work and toil and worry&#8230;for The Depression. For The Wars. For the peace that she rarely had. And then, when we can all be together, the voyage will continue to &#8230;somewhere, where, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/15915\" target= _blank>as Jane Kenyon says<\/a>, God is, as advertised, mercy clothed in light.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p class=Indent>That&#8217;s a good thought on which to set sail.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><a target= _blank href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/wishiwerebaking\/3720213194\/\" title=\"Mull D 95 by wishiwerebaking, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3467\/3720213194_a1e9f56a47.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Mull D 95\"><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know it not, O Soul; Nor dost thou\u2014all is a blank before us; All waits, undream&#8217;d of, in that region\u2014that inaccessible land. &#8211; Toward The Unknown Region, from Whispers of Heavenly Death, by Walt Whitman Walt Whitman had the loveliest sense of adventure about death, and so it is with that sense that we [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4029","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4029","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4029"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4029\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4029"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4029"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4029"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}