The (menās) Tour de France finished yesterday and given that weāre currently residing in the French-speaking part of Belgium, the official post-race interviewsāconducted in the lingua franca of Englishāare live-translated into French by the studio commentators.
Itās funny, because Iām used to hearing it the other way round at home: a rider gets asked a question in their native tongue, and the British commentator talks over their incomprehensible (to me) answer.
This way round, itās the English answer I want to hear thatās being drowned out by an over-dub.
But I found it was relatively easy to just tune out the (much louder) translated answer and hone my attention in on the (much quieter) English one.
After a while I didnāt even notice the commentatorās narration.
And because consciousness is bonkers, itās like it didnāt even exist.
In our lives, so often we want to be more in tune with wisdom ā with that quiet, intuitive voice thatās guiding us, guiding us, guiding us⦠but thereās this loud, yammering voice of our Thought System š¦ blatting on about this and that and what it means and whatās wrong with it and whatās going to happen and why itās a bad idea and why weāre not good enough and what other people will think of us and on and on and on it goes.
I donāt think you can stop it from doing that (how would you even do that?!) but you can learn to tune it out and hone your attention in on the much quieter rhythms of life itself.
Who knows, after a while you might not even notice the commentatorās narration at all.
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Giles
p.s Thank goodness weāll have the (often more thrilling) Womenās Tour de France to see us through the next week, without getting withdrawal symptoms!