{"id":124,"date":"2010-11-09T20:14:55","date_gmt":"2010-11-10T04:14:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/storyresolution.org\/?p=124"},"modified":"2010-11-12T10:10:42","modified_gmt":"2010-11-12T18:10:42","slug":"crazy-dancers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/2010\/11\/crazy-dancers\/","title":{"rendered":"Crazy Dancers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/storyresolution.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/crazy_dancers.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-148\" title=\"crazy_dancers\" src=\"http:\/\/storyresolution.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/crazy_dancers.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"127\" \/><\/a>Eyes closed, he unselfconsciously bobbed and swayed, occasionally mouthing lyrics only he could hear. On a shuttle from Flagstaff to Phoenix\u2019s Sky Harbor Airport, I was sitting behind a middle aged man lost in his mp3 player. \u00a0He was the metaphor I was seeking. He reminded me that \u201cwhen we don\u2019t hear the music, the dancers look crazy\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>This crazy dancer reminded me that our stories are our music. We\u2019re all dancing to our personal storied lives. We\u2019re dancing to the stories that animate us. When I remember that we\u2019re all crazy dancers, I hold the world, and my opinions, more lightly. I&#8217;m more inclined to listen for the narrative tunes that animate others, and to recognize the unfamiliarity that my narrative tune may pose for them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Eyes closed, he unselfconsciously bobbed and swayed, occasionally mouthing lyrics only he could hear. On a shuttle from Flagstaff to Phoenix\u2019s Sky Harbor Airport, I was sitting behind a middle aged man lost in his mp3 player. \u00a0He was the &hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/2010\/11\/crazy-dancers\/\">Continue reading <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":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-our-stoired-lives"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=124"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":150,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/124\/revisions\/150"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyresolution.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}