I went for a bike ride this morning, and found myself at the labyrinth in Battery Park in Lower Manhattan. Deciding to walk it, I thought about the birds chirping over head, and the trees looking down from above, all while thinking that the labyrinth is like a metaphor for life itself – – the path twists and turns, though ultimately it travels toward a single life’s journey, wherever it leads.
Reminded me of why I have become so interested in research, as I enjoy hearing the stories of various experiences, and how people make meaning out of them.
I wonder how many of these experiences have similar meaning frames? Ahh, that is for another day.
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I understand you so well!!! I am with you.
For me that is probably why I chose Narrative this time around… trying to find a research method that matches my personality better.
And your post reminded me of Jorge Luis Borges and his book – EL hacedor [the maker].
“A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face. ”
… it just came to mind… 😉