{"id":179,"date":"2013-06-01T02:54:01","date_gmt":"2013-06-01T02:54:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/?p=179"},"modified":"2016-02-28T19:06:52","modified_gmt":"2016-02-28T19:06:52","slug":"druid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/2013\/06\/01\/druid\/","title":{"rendered":"Druid"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I first noticed it, I thought it was something else.  I would go downtown, and then feel a push away from the most heavily and intensely built up areas in the downtown core.  I next felt it around the engineering part of the University campus, a subtle force that I first ascribed to never feeling like I was able to prove myself to the people there.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s an odd feeling to feel like your unconscious body is nudging you away from a location.  A vague unease, like you are not wanted there, or that you&#8217;re uncomfortable with something in some undefinable way.<\/p>\n<p>It all started to come together when I realized that I was having the same reaction to a schoolyard for a school that I had never been to.  I thought that it was just that the wind or sun was flowing through in a way that they wouldn&#8217;t through houses, or something about not being quite as mentally stimulating, but no, it was something deeper.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t mind sitting on the park bench by the field, but something about the organization or perhaps the institutional nature of the structure screamed NO! at me.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t until I was sitting in the forestry gardens inside the university that I put it together.  It was one of the places I was most comfortable on campus (modulo parks that followed ancient creeks), but it still spoke to me as something entirely too managed.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s when one of them first spoke to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I first noticed it, I thought it was something else. I would go downtown, and then feel a push away from the most heavily and intensely built up areas in the downtown core. I next felt it around the engineering part of the University campus, a subtle force that I first ascribed to never &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/2013\/06\/01\/druid\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Druid<\/span> <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":[],"categories":[21,5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/179"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=179"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/179\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1051,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/179\/revisions\/1051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=179"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nayrb.org\/~blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}