{"id":244,"date":"2008-01-30T19:25:53","date_gmt":"2008-01-31T03:25:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=244"},"modified":"2008-01-30T20:37:17","modified_gmt":"2008-01-31T04:37:17","slug":"transfer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=244","title":{"rendered":"Transit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/blogpix\/ferryview1.jpg\"\/><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/RealAudio\/ChakraSuite1.m3u\" style=\"text-decoration:none\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/blogpix\/mscblue.jpg\"\"alt=\"listen\"\/><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;listen<\/font><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/ChakraSuitepg1.html\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/blogpix\/moregn.jpg\"\/><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;about the music<\/font><\/a><\/p>\n<p><i><font color=#346513>Changing chakras.<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n<p>Above is one in a series of spectacular views as I floated back to Friday Harbor on the ferry on Sunday afternoon. The snow had only just stopped and the sunlight pushed against blue skies. If you don&#8217;t like the weather, just wait ten minutes. That&#8217;s our motto.<\/p>\n<p>My beloved snow has melted.<\/p>\n<p>White has been replaced by the vibrant green it temporarily shrouded. Very pretty. And almost warm. The winds have picked up this evening and a moment ago it was just invigorating, not cold, being outside wrestling with a too-large pile of recycling that awaits a trip to the &#8220;transfer station&#8221; north of town. Others call such destinations &#8220;the dump,&#8221; but on an island, everything gets shipped over to the mainland. What those mainlanders do with our rinsed, flattened and squished items is anyone&#8217;s guess, but I keep high, imaginary hopes for the endless re-uses of all those cardboard boxes and happily emptied wine bottles. <\/p>\n<p>Transferring one existence, to another: moving boxes morph from tree to container, and travel from there to here; grapes morph from fruit to beverage, and travel from bottle to belly. Snow melts, and I ferry back and forth at will. Life, in all its forms, is in constant transit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-244","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/244"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=244"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/244\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}