{"id":5656,"date":"2018-01-21T12:25:49","date_gmt":"2018-01-21T11:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/?p=5656"},"modified":"2018-01-27T15:37:51","modified_gmt":"2018-01-27T14:37:51","slug":"turning-suffering-into-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/turning-suffering-into-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Turning suffering into art…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In a 5 Rhythms HeartBeat workshop I danced, we had a writing session, putting our emotions of fear into words, our words into a poem – turning our suffering into art:<\/p>\n

Fear was born to live cold, alone, not knowing how to live<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear enters a room cautiously, opening the door just a bit, peeking in whether it\u2019s safe<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear is afraid of taking risks, afraid of going out on adventures, of living<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear never leaves home without having checked whether the door is closed, the gas is off and checking again<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear has a \u2018don\u2019t forget\u2019 list: take care of assurances, pay the taxes, make shopping lists, remember everybody\u2019s birthdays<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear likes to whisper; don\u2019t do this, don\u2019t go for life, keep still, hide, pipe down, don\u2019t be so alive<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear relaxes while looking a feel good movie, eating ice cream and chocolate<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear was once in love with jealousy, red hot jealousy<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear lingers in the dark notes of black, soul music<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear is most afraid of living, on trusting life<\/em><\/p>\n

And fear doesn\u2019t stop showing me, that I am alive!<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear warns me in time always, so I could go into action<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear protects me<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear kept me away from living<\/em><\/p>\n

Fear keeps me alive<\/em><\/p>\n

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click here for more fear art and inspiration…<\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In a 5 Rhythms HeartBeat workshop I danced, we had a writing session, putting our emotions of fear into words, our words into a poem – turning our suffering into art: Fear was born to live cold, alone, not knowing how to live Fear enters a room cautiously, opening the door just a bit, peeking […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[318],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5656"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5663,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5656\/revisions\/5663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}