{"id":1702,"date":"2013-03-14T17:39:39","date_gmt":"2013-03-14T22:39:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/?p=1702"},"modified":"2013-03-14T17:41:10","modified_gmt":"2013-03-14T22:41:10","slug":"morning-little-herder-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/morning-little-herder-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Morning &#8211; Little Herder Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Morning, from Little Herder in Spring<\/span><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/morning-little-herder-story\/morning-little-herder-story\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1703\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1703\" alt=\"Morning - Little Herder Story\" src=\"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Morning-Little-Herder-Story.jpg\" width=\"720\" height=\"483\" srcset=\"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Morning-Little-Herder-Story.jpg 720w, http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Morning-Little-Herder-Story-300x201.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>MORNING<\/strong><br \/>\nThis morning, when I crawled from under my blanket, when I stood before my mother&#8217;s hogan door outside looked as if it had been crying. The sky was hanging heavy with gray tears.<\/p>\n<p>I stood at the door of my mother&#8217;s hogan and looked out at the gray, sad morning. My father came. He stood beside us. He spoke in o happy way and to my mother.<\/p>\n<p>Then the gray tears on the sky&#8217;s face melted. The clouds pushed away and the sun smiled through them.<\/p>\n<p>Now it is gray again, but I cannot forget that when my father spoke the sun came and looked down upon us.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Morning, from Little Herder in Spring &nbsp; MORNING This morning, when I crawled from under my blanket, when I stood before my mother&#8217;s hogan door outside looked as if it had been crying. The sky was hanging heavy with gray tears. I stood at the door of my mother&#8217;s hogan and looked out at the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[656],"tags":[558,80,483,658,657],"class_list":["post-1702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-navajo-story","tag-father","tag-hogan","tag-little-herder","tag-morning","tag-spring","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1702"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1706,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1702\/revisions\/1706"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/navajopeople.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}