{"id":97,"date":"2013-01-15T13:06:21","date_gmt":"2013-01-15T13:06:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/?p=97"},"modified":"2013-01-15T13:06:21","modified_gmt":"2013-01-15T13:06:21","slug":"reading","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/?p=97","title":{"rendered":"Reading"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My parents were readers and I am a reader. I love reading as much, if not more, than I love baking (and drinking tea). Reading becomes my Looking Glass, I can get lost for a very long time in a book. My first &#8220;real&#8221; job after babysitting was in a library and it continued off and on for many years. So, it only stands to reason that I love words and how they are strung together, playfully, seriously, nonsensically, poetically&#8230;some folks express themselves with canvas, clay, flowers, &#8230;others express themselves through farming perhaps or setting a beautiful table and so on&#8230;It&#8217;s all art to me. All of us tell a story when we do this although we ourselves and others may not be aware of it. Because one must pay close attention. The story isn&#8217;t always where we&#8217;re looking for it. And somewhere in all that work, the kernel of the story is rooted in love. In the latest book I&#8217;m reading, it is prefaced with a quote from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, one of my favorite storytellers. It&#8217;s from &#8220;The Gift of Story: A Wise Tale About What Is Enough.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Of all the gifts that people can give to one another, the most meaningful and long lasting are strong but simple love and the gift of story.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My parents were readers and I am a reader. I love reading as much, if not more, than I love baking (and drinking tea). Reading becomes my Looking Glass, I can get lost for a very long time in a book. My first &#8220;real&#8221; job after babysitting was in a library and it continued off &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/?p=97\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Reading&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[631],"tags":[603,32,602],"class_list":["post-97","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","tag-love","tag-stories","tag-what-matters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=97"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97\/revisions\/98"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=97"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=97"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=97"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}