{"id":51,"date":"2012-05-30T07:04:00","date_gmt":"2012-05-30T07:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=51"},"modified":"2012-05-30T07:04:00","modified_gmt":"2012-05-30T07:04:00","slug":"splendid-sunrise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=51","title":{"rendered":"Splendid Sunrise!"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n<\/a>On rare special mornings as I drive out of Bronkhorstspruit, I create a moment to stop at this corner for one thing: splendid sunrise. <\/span> <\/span><\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\n<\/span>I patiently and quietly wait to watch as the sun, <\/span>like a naughty toddler who wants to check that no-one is watching, warmly and shyly peeps out.  <\/span>Within a blink of an eye, like a new-born baby entering space, out the sun slips out.<\/span><\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nIts glow does not radiate for long.  Its softness, w<\/span>hich is like a yolk hardens in no time and before one knows it, its powerful rays overwhelms it and takes over – and suddenly light spreads all over in a restoratively sincere manner.  <\/span>Then, <\/span><\/span>begrudgingly I <\/span><\/span>accept that I am not the only recipient of this magnificent wonder – jealousy and selfishness sets in.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n<\/span><\/div>\n
\nI slowly drive off as I force myself to admit that for one to fully enjoy this present (gift), the Light has to be shared with everything corporeal.  <\/span><\/div>\n
\nSpeedily I drive off, heading towards the land of busi-ness, the land of clutter – where competition is a norm, where battles and races are considered healthy and wise – where silkiness is razorsharp and strength is not found in water reeds.  <\/span><\/div>\n
\nTalk about warmth, it will always pursue us . . . !
#watched sights#<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On rare special mornings as I drive out of Bronkhorstspruit, I create a moment to stop at this corner for one thing: splendid sunrise.  I patiently and quietly wait to watch as the sun, like a naughty toddler who wants to check that no-one is watching, warmly and shyly peeps out.  Within a blink of an eye, like a new-born baby entering space, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=51"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=51"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}