{"id":11,"date":"2021-11-21T15:12:46","date_gmt":"2021-11-21T15:12:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/?page_id=11"},"modified":"2022-08-25T05:50:33","modified_gmt":"2022-08-25T05:50:33","slug":"home","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/","title":{"rendered":"Home"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Words are the thread that holds the world together, that ties us to one another. They stitch meaning into the most simple of moments, opening our eyes wider to the wonders around us. A well-chosen word can both ground us and give us wings to fly.\u00a0<\/p>

My journey to discover\u00a0the perfect words to describe our common human experience has led me across horizons and down lonely roads. I’ve found connection and unearthed inspiration in places I never imagined.\u00a0<\/p>

Mostly, I write because it’s the only way I know to make sense of what I see around me. But I also write because I believe that words have the power to heal us, to inspire\u00a0us, and to change us. So, consider this an invitation. Look around. Linger. And let yourself be transformed.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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As Long As There Are Stars<\/h3>

There was a blackhole where the door ought to have been. I was being pulled towards it, stretched and torn apart with the slowness of eternity. I\u2019d been planning a nice morning in some hipster cafe with an iced chai latte and annoyingly upbeat music. I\u2019d been planning to save the world. I\u2019d been planning to go back to Tynon and visit my mother. \nI remembered, in those five seconds of eternity, that my mother was dead. And that a blackhole, here of all places, must mean that Tynon was already a mass of particles somewhere beyond the event horizon. Soon we\u2019d all be together, all finally see if there was something beyond death\u2026\n\n<\/p><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Greater Than a Tourist: Shymkent, Kazakhstan<\/a><\/h3>

Experience the wonders of Central Asia\u00a0with this insider's look at Shymkent, Kazakhstan. This guide is short and to the point, offering tips on where to eat, what to see, and how to get around.<\/p><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Jungle<\/h3>

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\nThe way the hungry growl of buses snatches away any semblance of peace,
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\n\n\nThe earth fights back;
\nOur bones are gold glitter and dust,
\nFormed of the stars above us and the\nDirt deep deep beneath our feet.

\n\nFrail, fragile, like those silver cobwebs.
\nOne wrong wind and...\n

They say our limits are the path we are to walk upon,
And this dependence on
The God who rides upon the clouds,
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I’m a dreamer and a wanderer. Words have been the faithful friends that journey with me and give meaning to the moments and mishaps that stumble across my path.<\/p>

Most recently, my path has led me to the noisy streets and wild steppes of Kazakhstan. My last six years in this fascinating country have deeply inspired me and set me writing an absurd array of fiction and poetry.<\/p>

I have authored four novels in the last few years, and hope the world will get to meet them in the near future! In the meantime, I’m continuing to edit and write, and am keeping busy as an English teacher and freelance writer.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Words are the thread that holds the world together, that ties us to one another. They stitch meaning into the most simple of moments, opening our eyes wider to the wonders around us. A well-chosen word can both ground us and give us wings to fly.  My journey to discover the perfect words to describe our…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"elementor_header_footer","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-11","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11"}],"version-history":[{"count":72,"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1500,"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11\/revisions\/1500"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/janellkayebaliles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}