Comment ça va la planète Terre!
Here are my SongS of the Day. I’m changing to one song in English and another in a
different language everytime!
This is why we’re brighter than the corona!
(oh can’t you see what I meeeeaan???)
And this is why we’re brighter than the corona in
French...you go Mylène!
The lyrics are terrific and you can look up some
good sites to translate them. One of them I found to be quite good:
OK I get it. Didn’t write to y’all the last two
days, and it feels a bit...awkward and disconnected. But I got a lot to talk
about. For starters we talked about partee-ing, correct? I want to continue our
conversation.
Now that we’ve understood that purpose is the
raison d’etre or reason-for-being for anything or for any action, the immediate
thing that comes out of this epiphany or understanding is? Action! So, in my
mind what follows an understanding for WHY we need to do something, is to
actually DO it - action! In many cases action is the toughest part of
partee-ing. Why? As always we’re going to do this with a story. Of a friend of
mine.
And this “friend” is my grandfather. About thirty
years ago (ugh...dated myself there), I was chatting with him about the winter Olympics.
And he became quite curious about these strange winter games, a lot of which happened
on ice such as figure skating, ski jumping and luge. Having grown up in tropical
environs his new quest was to understand why the heck humans would want to do
stuff on ice, though he was pushing on ninety years. Oh yes that didn’t deter
him one bit alright. And I was all in, eager to explain to him the beauties of
watching figure skating while munching away on fritters or biscuits and
alternately sipping on a coffee to complement the iciness of the event itself.
As usual, I digress - you've realized that I do
that a lot by now so I’ll shut it and continue. Back to figure skating. So my
grandpa, you know, he was a curious person and had taught me the importance of
focus and the energy it brings to acting on something. When he got this curious
about figure skating he wasn’t going to let go. So during those holidays he
made me explain how figure skating works, what was so special about it and why
people watched it...you get the drift. What I didn’t tell him about was the
folks doing the skating itself and how beautiful they were on ice - the grace
of movement, the balletic movements, the gyrations of body to body and the
faces full of expressions of happiness, sadness, eyes showing passion, desire,
lust and so much more. As my friend and I kept watching away, he became so
engrossed in them. That was the first day.
The next day I go out for some tennis and cricket
and come home that afternoon (it was the holidays...without smartphones and TVs,
OK?). And what do we have here? My friend checking out the new babes on ice
dancing around with their partners, some of them skimpy enough that left you
wondering if they weren’t feeling a bit too cold out there? But my grandpa? No sir,
he was feeling warm as ever and his eyes were gorilla-glued to the screen, he didn’t
even hear me walk in. And my gaze was super-glued on him! He had shown me he
could take action and focus on these beauties of figure skating at ninety, because
he knew his purpose! I wasn’t going to deny him that. He had taught me
something.
My point is (yes, my story’s a bit out there I know),
action can defy age and when you understand your purpose and have the desire to
intensely focus, you need to take action and DO it. If my grandpa (my BFF) did
it, so can you! So...a large part of the “a” in partee is following your
understanding of purpose with Action.
But there’s another “a” in partee-ing which we
will pick up tomorrow in earnest. Until then, y’all have a swashbuckling time
at home. You’re the brightest corona, mind you. Remain one!
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