{"id":39955,"date":"2024-03-03T06:42:10","date_gmt":"2024-03-03T11:42:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/?p=39955"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:28:21","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:28:21","slug":"your-inspiring-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/des-commentaires-inspirants\/","title":{"rendered":"Your inspiring words"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-group is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After my letter appeared recounting my shopping spree at the town\u2019s grocery store (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/mme-coras-letter\/friday-night-at-the-towns-grocery-store\/\">published on February 18<\/a>), many well-intentioned readers reached out to console me. I always read all your comments, and this time, I almost wept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That night, I was in a bit of a funk. I hadn\u2019t eaten lunch and was starving, but nothing tempted me. The weather was mild, so I thought I might drive to the nearby Asian or Italian restaurant. My Mini Cooper, however, decided otherwise and drove me to a long-time acquaintance, the town\u2019s grocer, for one of our usual chats. I arrived only to discover he had left for the evening. I felt like I had been left high and dry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This morning, I turn to your comments, which I find so delicious, and have decided to share a few with you here!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sylvie Choquette, a regular reader, consoled me by writing in her comment that she also felt morose that night in the aisles of her local grocery store. She realized it was a new moon. This celestial body that, according to her, turns our emotions upside down. \u201cLet\u2019s stay strong,\u201d she urges! Many thanks, dear Sylvie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nadia Lesage shared this precious advice: \u201cIf you want to find hope again and convince yourself that it\u2019s never too late, read my book entitled <em>I caught happiness on the wing<\/em> \u201cI caught happiness on the fly\u201d. Dear Nadia, I love everything that flies in the sky: bees, butterflies, birds, planes, and most likely, your book that I\u2019ll read attentively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThank you for taking us with you to the grocery store. Many of us are alone, without a companion at the moment. We must keep up hope; our companion will arrive when we\u2019re ready to welcome them. These blues you\u2019re talking about often visit me too.\u201d Dear Lilianne Blondeau, we\u2019re all mature and magnificent women. Let\u2019s stay positive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Michel Tanguay, another one of my Sunday letter regulars, quizzes me in his comment. \u201cIs the word AVAILABLE starting to appear on your forehead?\u201d What a surprising question, dear Michel! As someone who still believes that all men of a loving age choose to skip their turn when they meet me, perhaps I should embroider the magic word on my jacket?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sylvie Chamberland wrote: \u201cMadame Cora, walking by your side in the grocery aisles was delicious and moving at the same time. I felt so much love in your moment of melancholy. I have to admit that I sometimes think of you as my grandmother.\u201d What joy it would be to run our errands together, dear Sylvie! We could even cook together if we were neighbours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maria Domenica Sabelli is another very loyal reader. For her, reading my letters is \u201csuch pleasure! Your descriptions inside the grocery store make my mouth water.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Thank you, Johanne Simard Pomerleau, who suggests I innocently drop a can of soup just like we dropped a handkerchief in the old days to catch someone\u2019s eye. What a good idea, dear Joanne! Perhaps I could try to reach for a box of cereal on the highest shelf and a handsome fellow might appear to assist me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMadame Cora, don\u2019t despair. Your man is nearby, just keep your eyes open. Perhaps he\u2019s a mechanic or a doctor? Dear Rachel Lavoie, I would prefer the mechanic who could cook for me and maybe wash my car on occasion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThis morning, your melancholy hit me straight in the heart. Not the bit about not having a man in my life \u2013 for me that\u2019s a done deal \u2013 rather the fact that I eat alone, that I go grocery shopping for one. It\u2019s the biggest regret of my life as a single person.\u201d Dearest Diane Gagn\u00e9, I understand you so well. In an ideal world, we\u2019d be the best of friends. We could share recipes and, from time to time, we\u2019d eat together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDear Cora, it\u2019s so peaceful to no longer dream about men. We don\u2019t die from it. Quite the opposite! We are reborn to life and to others. Dear Mich\u00e8le Par\u00e9, perhaps you\u2019re right, but I still have hope! I only knew one man, and he wasn\u2019t a good model. Please, let me hope! Let me dream of a nice white-haired head on my pillow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou describe the feelings I experience too well. Where\u2019s the man who\u2019s my perfect match? Should we resign ourselves to being married to celibacy until the very end? Let\u2019s not lose hope!\u201d I agree with you, dear Suzanne Ducha\u00eene. We won\u2019t give up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThere\u2019s a lot of emotion in this text and, as usual, I\u2019m very moved by your words. I understand your sadness. There are days when even the sun isn\u2019t able to warm our hearts. But love takes many forms and sometimes it hides in the unexpected. I wish it for you from the bottom of my heart.\u201d Thank you, dear Danielle Locas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMadame Cora, I have an idea. Maybe you should invent an imaginary boyfriend, your ideal man and, by writing him sweet love letters, he\u2019ll appear. Like a visualization exercise. I will think about it, dear Lucie Beauregard! I love to write and my heart would be able to describe him. But would I have the pluck to publish his description in a letter? Probably. What do I have to lose anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHappy Sunday, Aunt Cora. You should come visit the ready-to-eat counter at the grocery store where I work. Maybe that\u2019s where your Romeo is hiding. Thank you, Ann Mary. I will certainly visit you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI so hope you find a nice man to warm your heart and your bed very soon! In the meantime, cook yourself something nice and enjoy every morsel with a small glass of that spicy rum.\u201d That\u2019s some very sound advice. Thank you, Louise Gagne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMadame Cora! We love your weekly musings. How I wish I were your neighbour. We could shop and eat together,\u201d declares Jayne Amero Cogswell. We totally would!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cA sad read this morning. February blues, perhaps? Chin up, Cora. The sun will come out tomorrow. Rest assured, dear Gayle Ginger, that the gloom has passed and the sun shines again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIt\u2019s so comforting to read you, even through the maze of your gloomy thoughts,\u201d writes Paulie L\u2019Italien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThose handsome and mysterious greying gents are just waiting for us around the corner,\u201d assures me Katerine Ka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cLove comes with its suitcase full of tears,\u201d reflects Lorraine Bowles (91).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Thank you so much for being by my side so faithfully through this amusing adventure. I dillydally and have fun, interspersed with the occasional moment of doubt. I hope you\u2019ve appreciated these inspiring words as much as I have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cora<br>\u2764<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After my letter appeared recounting my shopping spree at the town\u2019s grocery store (published on February 18), many well-intentioned readers reached out to console me. I always read all your comments, and this time, I almost wept. That night, I was in a bit of a funk. I hadn\u2019t eaten lunch and was starving, but nothing tempted me. The weather was mild, so I thought I might drive to the nearby Asian or Italian restaurant. My Mini Cooper, however, decided otherwise and drove me to a long-time acquaintance, the town\u2019s grocer, for one of our usual chats. I arrived only to discover he had left for the evening. I felt like I had been left high and dry. This morning, I turn to your comments, which I find so delicious, and have decided to share a few with you here! Sylvie Choquette, a regular reader, consoled me by writing in her comment that she also felt morose that night in the aisles of her local grocery store. She realized it was a new moon. This celestial body that, according to her, turns our emotions upside down. \u201cLet\u2019s stay strong,\u201d she urges! Many thanks, dear Sylvie. Nadia Lesage shared this precious advice: \u201cIf you want to find hope again and convince yourself that it\u2019s never too late, read my book entitled I caught happiness on the wing \u201cI caught happiness on the fly\u201d. Dear Nadia, I love everything that flies in the sky: bees, butterflies, birds, planes, and most likely, your book that I\u2019ll read attentively. \u201cThank you for taking us with you to the grocery store. Many of us are alone, without a companion at the moment. We must keep up hope; our companion will arrive when we\u2019re ready to welcome them. 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