{"id":3152,"date":"2024-07-08T08:19:53","date_gmt":"2024-07-08T12:19:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=3152"},"modified":"2024-07-08T08:25:07","modified_gmt":"2024-07-08T12:25:07","slug":"3152","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=3152","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Soul Changing<br \/>\nBy<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the day, we are all<br \/>\nlight-seeking. In this world of seeming<br \/>\nand guessing, the impulse towards ever-spring<br \/>\nunfolds the flower of longing.<\/p>\n<p>We all know about withering and the falling<br \/>\nof petals. We know pain determines so much.<br \/>\nWe know winter is coming, and so we turn<br \/>\ntowards the warmth of the fire.<\/p>\n<p>Time secretly aligns seeds towards the sun.<br \/>\nNo matter how long we sleep love is waiting\u2014<br \/>\ntaking slow, simple sips of pure contentment.<\/p>\n<p>Darkness is the point of departure. It is soul-<br \/>\nchanging, and love uses it to encourage us to enter<br \/>\nthe struggle upwards. We must be willing<\/p>\n<p>to accept surprises. Surprises, like why-questions<br \/>\nsuddenly unriddled, surprises like eternity,<br \/>\nsurprises, like the ever-spring unfolding<br \/>\nthe flower into love\u2019s waiting hands.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<form method=\"post\" action=\"\"><input type=\"hidden\" name=\"ip\" value=\"216.73.216.215\" \/><p><label for=\"s2email\">Your email:<\/label><br \/><input type=\"text\" name=\"email\" id=\"s2email\" value=\"Enter email address...\" size=\"20\" onfocus=\"if (this.value == 'Enter email address...') {this.value = '';}\" onblur=\"if (this.value == '') {this.value = 'Enter email address...';}\" \/><\/p><p><input type=\"submit\" name=\"subscribe\" value=\"Subscribe\" \/>&nbsp;<input type=\"submit\" name=\"unsubscribe\" value=\"Unsubscribe\" \/><\/p><\/form>\r\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Soul Changing By Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; At the end of the day, we are all light-seeking. In this world of seeming and guessing, the impulse towards ever-spring unfolds the flower of longing. We all know about withering and the falling of petals. We know pain determines so much. We know winter is coming, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3152"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3152"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3152\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3155,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3152\/revisions\/3155"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3152"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3152"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3152"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}