I just found this concept in a book written by a singer, Dominique A. He writes his songs, and he knows what every writer knows : L’écriture nous devance…
Writing forestalls us
What you write becomes a text. This text knows things you don’t know. It’s ahead.
How does it work? Do you have an idea?
(Because it’s true, right?)
Prescience? Does the fact of writing activate something? Does the writing process use some parts of our brain who… know things?
Did it happen to you?
Thanks for reading!
These are very common French idioms. Have fun!
- “Pas des masses” : not some masses (no much).
- “D’un trait (ou d’une traite)” : in a drop (in one go)
- “Rattraper le coup” : to catch the deal (patch it up)
- “C’était couru” : it was run (foregone conclusion)
- “C’est l’idée qu’on s’en fait” : it’s the idea that one makes (that’s the idea)
- “Boutonner lundi avec mardi” : to button monday with tuesday (button the wrong hole)
- “Avoir des atomes crochus” : to have hooked atoms (to have a lot in common)
- “Donner du fil à retordre à quelqu’un” : to give somebody some yarn to twist again (to give somebody a hard time)
- “Il y a anguille sous roche” : there’s eel under rock (there’s something fishy going on)
- “Quand le chat n’est pas là les souris dansent” : when the cat’s away, mice… dance!
Have a nice day!
When you’re young, you like simple, you like big statements. “Life is sad”, or “I’ll find my prince”, or “I wanna be an actor”.
Some people stay there, it’s why they love categories. They REALLY think they are INTJ – and if you say that sometimes you are also an INFJ, they say you don’t understand the concept. They use boxes and labels. For themselves.
Big question I had when I was in my twenties : “What’s better, to find a complementary partner or a same as you partner?”.
With easily guessed consequences :
- If you marry someone like you, it’s easier, you party together, you love the same movies and musics, and your sex life is paradise.
- If you marry someone not like you, it’s a mess : quiet vs loud, classical music and hardcore rap, reading in bed and motorbiking in the mud.
Then you grow up and you live and the constant rain of complexities, disillusions and surprises end up to your upgrade : it’s A Matter of Levers – simplicity is senseless.
As we are moving forward in our days, we change, we plug to possibilities, we have many speeds, many joys, many powers and weaknesses, we have many intensities, and feelings.
(And it’s the same for your partner, silly!)
Whoever your partner is, the result is a mess, right? So what? That’s life! Amor Fati!
- When your other is a lot like you, it’s great : my lover is a cat person, a book lover, a quiet person, and she has no car (oh this is perfect!) – we evolve in the same aquarium. And I can write or take photos as much as I want!
- When your other is a lot NOT like you, good. Why did you choose this person? How do you dance? Isn’t complementary perfect? Don’t you like to read alone when your spouse kills ducks in mudfens? Don’t you have a friend to talk to when your lover is a man of zero words? And also don’t we all need to be disturbed?
What’s the secret here? To stay yourself, of course. Not to bend too much, at the risk of losing your inner light…
“Opposites attract, but similarities bind”. Is that true?
The “Let’s make it a dance” tool says this : “When it’s difficult somewhere but you have to insist and you have to stay in the system, just accept and absorb the difficulties – and invent a dance. Your dance. It’s a mess, but you can dance it, smile, and climb the stairs”. And ignore the others. Nobody can understand your own dance. It’s a secret.
Sorry, this article is a mess, tant pis. I don’t even know where it went. Hence, I found a picture of my Eliette playing watergunning (or squirtpistoling) with a friend, voilà.
Bonne journée ! Thanks for reading!
Winter in Picardie. No filter here. My old Canon SX10. Soil and plant life are sleeping. And it’s cold… just over ice.
Three Water Towers in Picardie, France.
Empathy? I wrote an article about having too much of it : The “Too Much Empathy” Syndrome
The ability to feel (or guess) what another person is feeling, believing…
We thinkers like to examine it, but I realize there aren’t so many books about it.
My first idea is it’s because it’s a big-deep quality. It’s like being dexterous or green fingered, and being clumsy. You can’t, really, change that.
- One can not develop their empathy.
- One certainly can not make someone develop their empathy.
My second idea is that though we all have, built in our deeprofound mind, a prehistorical dose of empathy – some people only, then (education? culture?) can develop the flowers of empathy from it, some others don’t. It’s dry. That’s it.
Another word? Attention. If you have empathy, you watch people around you, your kids, your love – you have a like perpetual computing algorithm which “guesses and reports” what probably happens in others’s heads. You read them continuously.
Another word? The decentering process. To have empathy you have to decenter. The next word is selfishness, then.
Another word? Relational Intelligence. A dance between a dry empathy which we need to understand the others’ intentions and feelings, and a warm empathy which is deeper and linked to love.
Maybe one can develop the first one? A rational empathy, is it possible?
Then it leads to empathy as a tool, in management, teaching, or therapy. It becomes, then, a… lever (or a leverage, which one’s the best?).
How to we detect a lack of empathy? How does empathy rejoin the love of stories? And what about “types of conversations”? Where and how does a lack of empathy become an… asset? What about justice, or police? What about mother/baby? And father/baby? What is vicariance, and how is it used in pedagogy? What is the “pleasure to help”?
A teacher who has empathy knows how to interest his class, then he has their attention, then they learn…
Thanks for reading!
Ohh I found a book on my shelves, “A History of Empathy”. I’m on it, OK?