{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"It All Begins With a Particle of Dust &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"YVmRzpRB0s\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/it-all-begins-with-a-particle-of-dust\/\">It All Begins With a Particle of Dust<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/it-all-begins-with-a-particle-of-dust\/embed\/#?secret=YVmRzpRB0s\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;It All Begins With a Particle of Dust&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"YVmRzpRB0s\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I do hate to admit that a majority of my summer &#8211; besides working, dance team practices and the occasional outing &#8211; was spent lounging about in my basement (simply because it is cooler, temperature-wise). Reading, collaging (for my inspiration journal), writing, putting off summer homework, watching a bit of TV, and of course, blogging. The likes. Sometimes in the midst of doing something my mind wanders a bit; I space out, my eyes glaze over, I stare off and let the subconscious take over. One particular evening (or was it the afternoon? I lose track of time in the summer&#8230;) I gazed off, unable to concentrate on whatever I had been doing. My eye caught the eye of one particular dust particle &#8211; resembling a flying bit of a dandelion &#8211; floating ever so nonchalantly in the air. Not floating. Rather, riding the air, undisturbed and tranquil. I&#8217;ve thought about it before. I do believe that there may be another world &#8211; or worlds, plural. Perhaps even another universe beyond our own beloved galaxy, either omnipotent or just as blissfully ignorant as we Earthlings are. Or maybe not even beyond our own galaxy, but within. I can&#8217;t help but&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com\/2009\/09\/mac-art-image.jpg"}