{"id":798,"date":"2019-11-18T17:44:26","date_gmt":"2019-11-18T22:44:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/?p=798"},"modified":"2020-04-30T05:48:01","modified_gmt":"2020-04-30T09:48:01","slug":"meditations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/meditations\/","title":{"rendered":"Meditations"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-799\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280-768x512.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><figcaption>Photo by\u00a0<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pexels.com\/@brett-sayles?utm_content=attributionCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=pexels\">Brett Sayles<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0from\u00a0<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pexels.com\/photo\/brown-wooden-armchair-on-green-grass-1101280\/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=pexels\">Pexels<\/a><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>When Rakan was still a year old, I would rock him to sleep in a rocking chair. And while I waited for him to fall asleep, I would rock the chair to the rhythm of his breathing, aligning my own breathing to his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then I would let my mind wander freely in that dark room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And slowly, day after day, I realized that this was becoming my meditation. I called it \u201cMeditations on A sleeping Child\u201d and continued to practice it with Leil when he was born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Once in a while, I\u2019ll post a small piece of prose that\u2019s sort of a \u201cmeditations\u201d, a visual that has visited me) or that I\u2019ve visited) during those nights, or more recently. They\u2019re not meant for overthinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am aware of the recurring themes of childhood and nature, and a deep sense of grief or loss that permeates those scenes. But I don\u2019t judge them, just like they don\u2019t judge me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Side note: I don\u2019t actually practice any form of mediation. I\u2019m afraid of the dark, silence is too loud for me, and I can\u2019t sit still in one position for too long before my body starts nagging.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When Rakan was still a year old, I would rock him to sleep in a rocking chair. And while I waited for him to fall asleep, I would rock the chair to the rhythm of his breathing, aligning my own breathing to his. And then I would let my mind wander freely in that dark &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/meditations\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Meditations&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/798"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=798"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/798\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":800,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/798\/revisions\/800"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=798"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=798"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramisalame.com\/blog\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=798"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}