EARLY MEMORIES - SIGNS / LETTERS

I remember wondering what all those signs in the streets said when I was being driven by a grown up in the car and thinking how wonderful it would be to be able to understand those things I now call letters and sentences. Little did I know there were many different systems of those symbols, depending on the country and that I would get to learn about many of them throughout my life. It's still equally magical though, beginning to understand a Korean person when they talk to me, or read the words in a French book knowing how they sound and what they mean, or be able to speak to you here in a language that doesn't belong to either of us.

or, perhaps, every language belongs to all of us, just like every piece of land, every tree, every sunrise; and just the same way we belong to them too, and to each other. 

PS - happy nearly Friday, earthlings

PSS _ don't watch the news, they should come with a warning.

A XMAS PRESENT

 A little gift from the Three Wise Men, which Spaniards celebrated yesterday.

And, since we’ve officially declared 2026 the Year of Love (sorry, 69, we’ve moved on), what better present than a tiny lifeline for couples hitting a little hiccup? You’re welcome ;)

For those moments when things don’t exactly go according to plan…

Isabelle Constant - Le problème du désir chez les couples installés - TEDxVaugirardRoad

For anyone also struggling with the Language of Love (French): YouTube has kindly added a transcript with a pretty decent translation. Just go to the details under the video, scroll down to the “About TED” section, and hit the blue SHOW TRANSCRIPT button. You should then see it on the right side of the screen.

PS — nope, I didn’t quit Korean. I’m still studying and practising religiously, even though I’ve had to pause my lessons with my tutor for now.

PSS — love, earthlings. Find it, keep it, cherish it, share it. Enjoy it.
Every kind of love, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone — including yourselves.
The rest is stuffing.

MAN

 

**Je connais une planète où il y a un Monsieur Cramoisi.

Il n’a jamais respiré une fleur.
Il n’a jamais regardé une étoile.
Il n’a jamais aimé personne.
Il n’a jamais rien fait d’autre que des additions.

Et toute la journée il répète comme toi :
« Je suis un homme sérieux ! Je suis un homme sérieux ! »
Et ça le fait gonfler d’orgueil.

Mais ce n’est pas un homme, c’est un champignon !**

from the LE PETIT PRINCE  by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

So many champignons these days !! thank God for the petit princes left in this planet of ours. To all of them out there... STAY STRONG <3