Personal Narratives…
My PhD March 4th, 2010It’s been a while since I last posted.
A feeling of guilty hovers over my mind. I need to post more. I should voice my feelings and record my experiences more often. After all, this is my thinking spot. But this is also a shared spot and I don’t want to overwhelm you with my troubles. I wish I always had positive remarks to share, but is is not always the case…
Lately I have been reading a lot about narrative inquiry and also writing about what the heck is my paradigm… my personal view and approach to the research I want to do is. This is way important and will justify my entire thesis. See how important it is? Shall we say… crucial?!
Although I know exactly where I am coming from, putting it down in words is far more difficult than I had expected. And so, my writing rhythm is decreasing… yet again! It takes me much longer than expected to fill in those white word documents with paragraphs that convey any kind of sense about my point of view, and express where I expect to arrive at with it. Yeah… you’ve got it! This is another moment of disillusion. With MYSELF! I swear I used to be faster… in my thinking and in my writing too. The older I get, the slower I become. A action-reaction of a process I can’t change, I know. But you would also think that I would get more skilled…. I would…I did…!
So while I try to find my epistemic position about what I am doing and express it in an intelligible way (because it is all enclosed within the mind…! Honestly, it is there…I just need to find a way to get it on paper…) I always come back to the same thing: People! It’s all about the people. That’s what I want to learn about and from. That is also the way I direct my work. I like people. I like to hear their stories. I want to learn with them. And I also want to learn how I can help them…and in exchange they are helping me!
So, natürlich… I have to look at a methodology that contemplates the individual…that allows me to listen, and understand, the single individual! I want them to tell me their stories, their own way. And I want them to learn about themselves through their own narratives… and, if not asking too much, I also would like them to tell me that my interpretations of their own realities coincide, or not, with their own perspectives. I want to share my research data with my research participants. I want them to feel they are really part of it and not just an instrument of one more piece of research they helped a silly student accomplish.
In short, I want my research project to be an ongoing, interesting conversation with people who have something important to share, because of their experience and the contexts they are in and move about. It’s their lived experience and the choices they have made while living it that I am after.
So yes, stories are important to me. They belong to my childhood. To the cold, raining evenings I spent sitting around fireplaces listening to the stories adults told each other. There was warmth in the voice of the narrator. Always! There was also comfort in that environment… an environment that is no longer there, because the people… they are long gone!
Is the web providing spaces for that dialogue to emerge as a renewed practice? Are networks, communities… the interactions (and interrelationships) we establish online the modern form of telling, and creating, stories while sitting around the virtual fire place? And those who do not feel the need to seek and cultivate those links online, are they still experiencing the spirit of sharing and learning through narrative in the old fashion way, or do they simply not miss it at all?
We are all different. We will all have different stories to tell. We will all have a different take on what the world has come to. And that is what I am interested in learning. You. Your perspective.
Well, so this is it. More to follow. Now let’s put this into a dissertation language…
oohhh – I can see the writer’s block approaching again…



