Posts Tagged With: 9/11

Day 2514: Narrative

Because of the kind of narrator I am, I’m going to start today’s narrative with a definition of “narrative”.

NARRATIVE

noun
1. a story or account of events, experiences, or the like, whether true or fictitious.
2. a book, literary work, etc., containing such a story.
3. the art, technique, or process of narrating, or of telling a story:
“Somerset Maugham was a master of narrative.”
4. a story that connects and explains a carefully selected set of supposedly true events, experiences, or the like, intended to support a particular viewpoint or thesis:
“to rewrite the prevailing narrative about masculinity”; “the narrative that our public schools are failing.”

Because I’m a psychotherapist who uses narrative therapy, I’m going to add to the narrative here with a description of that.

Narrative therapy is a form of psychotherapy that seeks to help people identify their values and the skills and knowledge they have to live these values, so they can effectively confront whatever problems they face. The therapist seeks to help the person co-author a new narrative about themselves by investigating the history of those qualities. Narrative therapy claims to be a social justice approach to therapeutic conversations, seeking to challenge dominant discourses that it claims shape people’s lives in destructive ways.

Yesterday, I noticed some self-destructive, outmoded, and fixed narratives, including

  • I am worthless.
  • I cannot trust anyone.
  • I am stuck forever.
  • I am weak.
  • If people knew the real me, they would reject me.
  • I am worthwhile only when I’m at my best.
  • People don’t want to listen to me.
  • Speaking up is dangerous.
  • Not speaking up is dangerous.
  • People who dislike me can ruin my life.
  • I am helpless.
  • If I ask for help, I won’t get it.
  • People, including me, are not capable of change.
  • There is no hope.

I always have hope that people can change their narratives.  After all, there are so many different ways to tell a story, even the story of your life.

Do my photos from yesterday create a narrative?

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The people at SoundBot are sharing the narrative, above, that every moment deserves a song. Here‘s a song — which intertwines lots of narratives — that I was listening to yesterday with my new SoundBot wireless musical earmuffs:

We all have a different, personal narrative of the events of September 11, 2001, but we all share elements of that painful narrative.

I look forward to the narratives in the comments, below.

I end every narrative here with gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.

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Day 1350: Remembering

On September 11, 2016, I am remembering so much, including:

  1.  9/11/01, when I was in a park  on a  Tuesday with my three-year-old son Aaron, not knowing how I was going to explain to him  what had just happened to our country.
  2. Witnessing my now eighteen-year-old son Aaron going through intense security systems at  Boston’s Logan Airport, yesterday, as he left our country for his college experience in Edinburgh, Scotland.
  3. Spending yesterday evening with my beautiful friend Barbara in beautiful Boston, where we attended  a performance of  Stephen Sondheim‘s Sunday in the Park with George.

Here are some images I’m remembering from yesterday:

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I’m remembering that the song I find most moving from Sunday in the Park with George is “Move On.”

As I am moved by “Move On,” I am also remembering these two things:

  1. I saw the very memorable Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin in the original production of Sunday in the Park with George.
  2. Yesterday, at a toll both outside of Logan Airport, I told the toll collector I had just sent my son off on a plane to college. She replied, with feeling,  “He is missing you as much as you are missing him,” which I love remembering.

What are you remembering, here and now?

I am remembering to thank all who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for remembering to visit this blog, today.

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Day 619: Something to remind you

If you’ve read this blog before, you probably don’t need something to remind you that I love the music of Pat Metheny, the jazz composer and guitarist.

Yesterday, while I was walking to work,  I heard this song of Pat’s:

(YouTube video of “Something To Remind You” found here)

While I was listening, I saw some things to remind me of issues I think about a lot. For example, I noticed barriers and obstacles:

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As the song “Something to Remind You” came to an end, I noticed this, which reminded me of something else:

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As can happen, there were some barriers and obstacles, there, to making sense and meaning. There was also a lot, in that image, that I could take in and understand.

 

In this post, I could continue to show somethings to remind myself of healing work and other experiences I witnessed, yesterday.

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Yesterday, before I left my office, I noticed something was gone — something to remind people that tears (and any other feelings) are always welcomed where I work.

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Yes, all my tissues had been used up, yesterday. Now, that picture is something to remind me to bring more in, today.

 

I’m not sure, exactly, how else to mark this Day of Remembrance,September 11, in today’s post.

Perhaps, just this: A thank you to all my readers for all the memories you bring here today. Then, perhaps, silence.

 

Or, if you choose, I’ll offer another Pat Metheny song that showed up in my earphones yesterday, for the first time ever.  It was only just now, as I was creating this post, that I discovered this song was from his album “One Quiet Night,” when 9/11/01 was right there, to remind him.

… on his new album One Quiet Night, the New York based guitarist takes a turn towards quiet ruminations on solo acoustic guitar, largely inspired by post 9-11 moods.

(quote found here)

Recorded by Metheny in his New York City home, half of the material on the CD was captured on a single night in November 2001 ….the November 2001 session was not originally intended for public consumption and was entirely improvisational in nature … In the liner notes, Metheny hopes this album will offer his listeners “some peace and enjoyment.”

(quote found here)

 

(YouTube video of “Song for The Boys” found here)

 

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