Skip to main content

Asking downward questions.

“So often adults ask questions that go across. They need to ask downward questions.” With a lot of humour, yet a seriousness about it, the teenagers from Forandringsfabrikken (translates: the change factory) confidently shared from their lives and their experiences in being met by adults at challenging points in their lives. Forandringsfabrikken is a centre of knowledge here in Norway, where they gather knowledge from large amounts of children and teenagers in all kinds of situations and settings, and then write knowledge reports that are used when decisions are made that affect children and teens (laws, how things are done etc.). On their webpage they say that: “Knowledge from children is summarised experiences and advice that isn’t linked to theory or analysis by adults.”

It was a fascinating and very informative hour of hearing from the three teenagers who had so much to share, and a different perspective which I take with me. Not just into encounters with children and teens, but also in meeting people. I think sometimes we need to meet people in new ways; meeting them not assuming we know, but asking questions to learn and find out. And that is where “downward questions” comes into play. It was explained in such a simple way: “across questions” are when you ask questions to learn about the order of events; questions that go from A to B. Downward questions go into the heart and ask about the feelings and experiences, and maybe even the background for the situation or the reasons why. Downward questions don’t assume, but ask to learn and seek to understand. Downward questions are more interested in the person then in the action or event.

I want to get better at downward questions. Better at asking them in encounters with individuals, but also in my own reflections on life and the world. I think it’s something you grown in as you live it, and it minimises the assumptions we make by filtering what we perceive through our own lives and experiences.

And so as I carry this new definition of something that has been familiar, I conclude that there is hope for the future. Lots of hope if these three teenagers are an example of the potential and depth that is found in the coming generations.

Popular posts from this blog

Getting to know the local culture.

Life is a strange thing. Last week went…not much happened, and then it was over. The weekend was quite calm without too many wild and exciting things happening. Except, of course, a wee outing to watch the National Championship for Veteran Ploughing. Now, like me, you might be sadly lacking an understanding of what this actually means. So I am delighted to be able to enlighten you in this respect. It’s basically (for the “farm-language-illiterate” like myself) a competition where you use old (hence the name “veteran”) tractors and ploughs, and plough up a stretch of field which is then evaluated and the one scoring the highest sum (accuracy, depth, how well the soil is turned is all given points) wins. I must admit that this information I got by eavesdropping on a conversation next to me where a man was explaining to some of my friends how it all works. So that was a fun adventure….although we only stayed for a bit. What is sort of occupying my mind at present is my upcoming travel abr...

Taking in the familiar and a heart connected.

Amsterdam. It still has that muggy feeling in Summer, and a constant flow of people which if you stop to think about it, it's quite amazing that there would even be space to accommodate them all. But then I guess they are not all staying. Just passing through on their way to or from somewhere. It's always good for the heart to visit somewhere that was once home. The familiarity of streets and customs makes it easier to embrace what might be new as well as the joy of being reacquainted with old friends. Friends. So many of them to be found in this city, ready with hugs and good words that are uttered when seeing someone who was away again. Friendship. A treasure that cannot be bought. Cobblestones trodden by many, including myself. Sitting on a bench. Praying. Remembering the first time I stumbled upon this area lined with windows with red lights and curtains. An area which has come to represent no longer windows, but people to me. Some still behind a window. Others who have ...

Romania- so much hope filling my heart for this nation.

As I sit down to write this, I am at the little table in a rented flat in the centre of Bucharest, Romania. It’s quiet. Strangely quiet considering we’re in the centre of a huge city. My feet are propped up on a worn fake-leather puff thing, and as I check the time I realize that I have been in the country less than 24 hours... and yet my heart is overflowing with impressions and emotion for a nation I barely know. It’s getting late, but I know I am too awake to sleep and so have made myself a cup of Earl Grey (with milk) and have sat down to try to capture at least a bit of what this day has been. As always, I write mostly for myself and the occasional other who desires to enter into the telling of my story. Driving from the airport last night, and getting the first glimpse of the city and seeing majestic buildings lit up towards the night sky, filled me with expectation. A beautiful city filled with so much history. I came wondering. Wondering what this nation I knew from w...