|A Los Angeles Childhood - What is Narrative Anyway? My Journey to Get It! Part 2|
|Tuesday, 27 September 2011 12:00|
My mother left me a code for understanding the world. Invest in words. Gather bounty in two realms. If they ever come together, fill the bland pages with the process. What you find in between can be defined as narrative. Words laced one to another make a map of a journey, a treasure map. This is a scavenger hunt. That's what she meant in the poem she sent to me in my waking dreams, my letter to her and her response.
It was up to me to fill in the distance, the journey like any other quest, to find the Holy Grail. Seeking to find the road map of my life before words. To retrace the travel in the holy land of my hidden fears, my waking memories.
Narrative. Where memory dares to come forward and take hold of one hand of the story, and carry it, both hands open to create the connective tissue that fills in what has been frozen for sixty-seven years, left hanging in an abyss of trauma.
Some people say it is connecting the dots. I say it is connecting the heart and soul to the body, no longer in freefall the narrative IS the net.
Narrative, a story created in a constructive format that describes a sequence of fictional or non-fictional events. The word derives from the Latin verb, narrare, to recount and is related to the adjective gnarus, knowing.
Thank you for sharing in my story, and for reading Not Just A Jewish Book Blog.