Quelle \u00e9trange impression s\u2019empare de moi ce matin? J\u2019ai peur qu\u2019un loup soit entr\u00e9 dans ma t\u00eate; un loup affam\u00e9 d\u2019histoires abracadabrantes; un loup dont les interminables hurlements emplissent ma caboche.<\/p>\n
Et comment vais-je raconter cela au v\u00e9ritable monde; \u00e0 mes pr\u00e9cieux lecteurs, \u00e0 tous ceux qui hier f\u00e9licitaient ma belle plume? Que m\u2019arrive-t-il? Les anges par grand vent auraient-ils perdu mon adresse? Et ce ciel impassible, va-t-il me tomber sur la t\u00eate si ce loup d\u00e9vore mes paragraphes?\u00a0Que deviendrais-je sans histoires \u00e0 raconter, sans lecteurs \u00e0 divertir et sans mots pour me nourrir?\u00a0Que me veut ce fauve aux yeux jaunes tout juste sorti d\u2019un quelconque cauchemar? Devrais-je avoir peur?<\/p>\n
Encore attif\u00e9e de fringues de lit, je tourne plusieurs fois autour de la table de cuisine comme si j\u2019allais courir le marathon de Boston. Le regard myst\u00e9rieux du loup\u00a0me transperce \u00e0 chaque tournant. Et soudain, je frissonne. J\u2019ai peur que s\u2019envolent mon imagination, mes espoirs et le fol\u00a0objectif\u00a0que j\u2019ai tout r\u00e9cemment install\u00e9s dans ma caboche.<\/p>\n
D\u2019ailleurs, c\u2019est peut-\u00eatre cette nouvelle folie qui attise l\u2019animal! Ce c\u0153ur de vieillotte aguerrie qui maintenant s\u2019emploie \u00e0 chercher son \u00e2me s\u0153ur. Je fige sur place devant l\u2019animal qui, soudainement, \u00e9tire sa t\u00eate vers moi. Comme pour me parler, un \u00e9trange hurlement entrecoup\u00e9 de mots inaudibles s\u2019\u00e9coule de sa gueule; un hurlement si doux et si pr\u00e9cieux qu\u2019on aurait dit qu\u2019il me le donnait avec sa propre main.\u00a0Essayant de ne pas le d\u00e9visager, je remarque pourtant que le jaune de ses iris passe au vert profond.\u00a0Comme\u00a0si, tout d\u2019un coup, l\u2019animal s\u2019adoucissait.<\/p>\n
Ma gorge, aussi s\u00e8che qu\u2019un d\u00e9sert, peine \u00e0 r\u00e9agir. Ce fauve est-il aussi m\u00e9chant que je l\u2019ai imagin\u00e9? Aurait-il, lui aussi, comme dame corneille, quelque chose \u00e0 me dire? Un long moment, le loup reste immobile et muet; ses yeux s\u2019enfoncent dans les miens. Peut-\u00eatre voyait-il quelques pri\u00e8res s\u2019\u00e9chapper de mes l\u00e8vres et grimper vers l\u00e0-haut? Peut-\u00eatre m\u00eame qu\u2019un ange invisible lui flattait le museau? Que faisait-il dans ma cuisine sans vouloir m\u2019attaquer?<\/p>\n
Mes entrailles s\u2019impatientent. J\u2019ai\u00a0un urgent besoin de caf\u00e9ine.\u00a0Osant bouger, je remplis le r\u00e9servoir d\u2019eau, j\u2019allume la machine et je prends la cr\u00e8me dans \u00a0le frigo.\u00a0Oserai-je lui offrir quelque chose \u00e0 boire ou \u00e0 manger? Et d\u2019ailleurs, que mangent les loups pour d\u00e9jeuner? Malgr\u00e9 toutes ces ann\u00e9es en cuisine, j\u2019en connais encore si peu de mon m\u00e9tier!<\/p>\n
Et voil\u00e0 que soudainement l\u2019animal ouvre la bouche. \u00ab\u00a0Alors, vieille grand-m\u00e8re, voil\u00e0 que tu cherches l\u2019amour\u00a0\u00bb, proclame l\u2019animal mi-figue, mi-raisin. Audacieuse, je lui explique que je cherche le plein \u00e9panouissement avant de quitter l\u2019ici-bas, une grande main dans laquelle d\u00e9poser la mienne, un c\u0153ur bienveillant, un doux langage et des yeux aussi attirants que les siens en cet instant magique.
\n\u2014\u00a0N\u2019aie crainte grand-m\u00e8re, je vais t\u2019aider dans ta qu\u00eate. C\u2019est d\u2019ailleurs ma sp\u00e9cialit\u00e9 en ce bas monde. J\u2019aide les personnes \u00e2g\u00e9es \u00e0 vivre plus heureuses\u00a0et plus longtemps.<\/p>\n
Tout d\u2019un coup, comme pour signer sa promesse, un \u00e9clair de soleil envahit la cuisine.
\n\u2014\u00a0Gentil loup, veux-tu d\u00e9jeuner avec moi, boire un caf\u00e9 chaud et mordre dans un toast bien grill\u00e9?
\n\u2014\u00a0Non merci, ch\u00e8re nouvelle amie. Ma compagne bienveillante m\u2019attend \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e du bois. Nous allons pique-niquer pr\u00e8s de la rivi\u00e8re. Et l\u2019animal de bondir hors de la maison aussi vite qu\u2019il y \u00e9tait entr\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Plus je vieillis et plus j\u2019ai tendance \u00e0 surestimer mes peurs; \u00e0 en faire, quelques fois, des m\u00e9chants loups capables de m\u2019occire. Certains jours, ces b\u00eates imaginaires envahissent mon pr\u00e9sent et menacent ma paix d\u2019esprit.\u00a0Depuis que j\u2019ai d\u00e9clar\u00e9 mon audacieux d\u00e9sir de trouver une \u00e2me s\u0153ur, on dirait que la peur m\u2019assaille sous toutes ses formes. Peur d\u2019\u00eatre trop vieille, peur d\u2019\u00eatre ridicule, peur de ne pas plaire \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9lu et peur que personne puisse vouloir s\u2019int\u00e9resser \u00e0 moi. En \u00e9prouvant la peur, peut-\u00eatre apprendrais-je \u00e0 mieux la conna\u00eetre? Peut-\u00eatre d\u00e9couvrirais-je qu\u2019elle n\u2019est qu\u2019un fant\u00f4me \u00e9vanescent, une ombre fugitive me poussant hors de ma zone de confort. Peut-\u00eatre aussi qu\u2019en prenant de l\u2019\u00e2ge, j\u2019ai un peu oubli\u00e9 mon courage, mon audace et ma t\u00e9nacit\u00e9; toutes ces qualit\u00e9s qui jadis ont fait de moi une meneuse. Qu\u2019\u00e0 cela ne tienne, j\u2019ai maintenant un bon loup dans mes parages et je n\u2019aurai plus peur.<\/p>\n
Heureuse de l\u2019avoir rencontr\u00e9, je vais continuer d\u2019\u00e9crire jusqu\u2019\u00e0 contraindre ma vie \u00e0 valoir son pesant d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
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Quelle \u00e9trange impression s\u2019empare de moi ce matin? J\u2019ai peur qu\u2019un loup […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":414,"featured_media":4113,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[32],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lettre-mme-cora"],"acf":{"img_en":"","contenu_en":"What is this strange feeling that has come over me this morning? I\u2019m afraid a wolf has entered my head. A wolf hungry for wild stories. A wolf whose endless howls echo off the walls of my cranium.\r\n\r\nAnd how am I going to tell the real world \u2013 my dear readers, all those who commended me on my writing yesterday? What is happening to me? Did the angels lose my address, carried away by strong winds? Will the imperturbable sky fall on my head if the wolf devours my paragraphs? What would become of me without stories to tell, readers to entertain and words to feed me? What does this yellow-eyed beast, fresh from some nightmare, want with me? Should I tremble in fear?\r\n\r\nStill wearing my nightclothes, I spin around the kitchen table several times as if I were going to run the Boston marathon. The wolf\u2019s mysterious gaze pierces me at every turn. Suddenly, I shiver. I\u2019m terrified that everything is going to disappear \u2013 my imagination, my hopes and the crazy goal I\u2019ve just set my mind on.\r\n\r\nIt is perhaps precisely this new madness that has awakened the animal! The heart of this old woman is finally looking for its soulmate. I freeze in front of the animal, which suddenly stretches its big head towards me. A strange howl interspersed with inaudible words flows from its mouth, as if it were trying to speak. A howl soft and precious, like he was offering it to me with his paw.\u00a0Trying not to stare at him, I notice that the yellow of his irises has turned a deep green, as if signalling the animal has suddenly turned gentle.\r\n\r\nMy throat, as dry as a desert, struggles to react. Is this beast as mean as I imagined? Does he too, like the lady crow, have something to say to me? For a long time, the wolf remains motionless and silent; his eyes transfix me. Perhaps he saw my prayers escape my lips and float heavenward? Perhaps an invisible angel was even stroking his nose? What was he doing in my kitchen if it wasn\u2019t to make a meal of me?\r\n\r\nMy insides are getting impatient. I am in urgent need of caffeine. Daring to move, I fill the water tank, turn on the machine and take the cream out of the fridge. Dare I offer him something to drink or eat? What do wolves eat for breakfast anyway? Even after so many years spent in the kitchen, it turns out I still have much to learn about my trade!\r\n\r\nSuddenly the animal opens its mouth.\r\n- \u201cSo, old grandmother, you\u2019re looking for love,\u201d the mysterious animal proclaims.\r\nBoldly, I explain, \u201cI want to live the fullest life possible before I leave this world. I am looking for a big, warm hand to hold mine, a kind heart, tender words and eyes as attractive as yours in this magical moment.\u201d\r\n- \u201cDon't worry, grandma, I will help you in your quest. This is my mission on earth: I help the elderly live happier and longer lives.\u201d\r\n\r\nAnd suddenly, as if to seal his promise, a flash of sunshine lights up the kitchen.\r\n- \u201cSweet wolf, would you like to have breakfast with me, enjoy some hot coffee and a slice of crispy toast?\u201d\r\n- \u201cNo, thank you, dear new friend. My kindhearted companion is waiting for me at the edge of the woods. We\u2019re having a picnic by the river.\u201d And with that the animal leapt out of the house as quickly as it had entered.\r\n\r\nThe older I get, the more I tend to exaggerate my fears; to turn them into wicked wolves capable of slaughtering me. Some days these imaginary beasts invade my present and threaten my peace of mind.\u00a0Ever since I declared my bold desire to find a soulmate, it seems that fear assails me in all its forms. Fear of being too old, fear of being ridiculous, fear of not pleasing the one I meet and fear that no one will be interested in me. By staying with this fear, perhaps I will get to know it better the more I experience it? Maybe I\u2019ll discover that it\u2019s just a faint ghost, a fleeting shadow pushing me out of my comfort zone. As I\u2019ve aged, I\u2019ve perhaps forgotten all about my courage, boldness and tenacity; all the qualities that once made me a leader. Now that I have a good wolf around, I won\u2019t be afraid anymore.\r\n\r\nI\u2019m happy to have met this visitor in my kitchen. I will continue to write until my life is worth its weight in gold.\r\n\r\n\ud83d\udc3a\r\nCora"},"yoast_head":"\n