{"id":36,"date":"2009-09-01T21:36:57","date_gmt":"2009-09-01T12:36:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/?p=36"},"modified":"2009-09-01T21:36:57","modified_gmt":"2009-09-01T12:36:57","slug":"the-pace-of-strumming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/2009\/09\/01\/the-pace-of-strumming\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pace of Strumming"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every once in a while, I am struck by the astonishing grace of a moment in time. It hits me with a comforting thud in the middle of a mundane moment. Like tonight&#8230; lounging on the couch (what a luxury that it&#8230; not often indulged in and so it remains a luxury) and listening to father and daughter practice the pace of strumming a ukulele. They pass the instrument back and forth, teaching and learning, easily and with (surprisingly) no conflict. The song fits the laid-back evening with its simplicity. Nothing else is needed. The blessing of the moment washes over me. I am aware of it more acutely, perhaps, since my older daughter will leave for college in less than two weeks&#8230; and we will not see her again for a whole year.<br \/>\nThankfully, the pace of my life has slowed so that I can enjoy these evenings together. Last year about wore my strings out, I was strumming so fast. Now I can relax into a saner rhythm that includes time to simply be with my family. Nighttime crickets, drying laundry, silky dog ears, and breathing next to my husband in bed; moments of grace in a stressful world. Moments that hold me together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every once in a while, I am struck by the astonishing grace of a moment in time. It hits me with a comforting thud in the middle of a mundane moment. Like tonight&#8230; lounging on the couch (what a luxury &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/2009\/09\/01\/the-pace-of-strumming\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36\/revisions\/37"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruth.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}