{"id":73344,"date":"2025-09-07T06:17:36","date_gmt":"2025-09-07T10:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/?p=73344"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:29:18","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:29:18","slug":"writing-on-a-blank-page","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/ecrire-sur-une-page-blanche\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing on a blank page"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-group is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Writing on a blank page is like watching the tiny feet of flies dancing on the snow. I\u2019m writing this morning with help from the wind, who\u2019s kindly turning my pages. When I dip my fountain pen in my heart, everything writes itself as if by magic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019ve been reading and writing for so many hours, days and years, the hands of time affixed to my wrist; I let go and consider myself blessed. Past sufferings have gone. The void of love inside me is filling up with each passing day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019ve often heard that the best way to predict our future is to create it. Intelligent, clever and occasionally daring as I am, has my performance been good enough for this planetary circus? The recent fragility of the world worries me at times. The earth is only a rock covered with human flesh after all!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Does a cloud talk to the other clouds in the sky? All these fragments of moments we call life. These earthlings on the street that barely say hello to each other. Where is humanity headed?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Poetry, I adore you! You are woven through all my sentences. You wait for me when a rhyme scolds my words, your patience is boundless when my crazy memory starts to run wild. Sometimes words fail me when I try to describe my sorrow or prolong my days. My will to live always overpowers my desire to leave this world. Until the very end, while I can still imagine the long staircase that leads skyward, I\u2019ll implore the angels to allow me stay in the club of the living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Small flowers are springing from my blank page; pretty words barely out of the soil and they already look like stars. Have I ever known a single moment of bliss?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Behind my house, three young dark maple trees stare at me. Their leaves, a bit wrinkled and faded, stir something inside me, and I look at my hands, arms, neck, forehead and this body that is fading and withering. I can only hope that my daily writing will keep my senses sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Late the other night, I couldn\u2019t sleep. Despite darkening three pages, lighting a candle and smelling the scent of the wax, my feeble letter was slow to take shape. Sometimes inspiration falls asleep before I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I often see my dad in my dreams. Mario Lanza is singing as tears fall down my dad\u2019s big, wet cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The undaunted stream that still flows in me prevents me from leaving. The cry of a hummingbird, a beautiful lilac branch, my two great-grandsons, my precious grandkids, my beloved children and this business that taught me how to live honorably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I tend to always lose my way; should I have a map of heaven to help me get there? I\u2019m thirsty, hungry and scared. I wonder what death\u2019s waiting room looks like. My life in the urn will weigh about the same as a small apple. Let\u2019s hope at least that the seeds burrowing in the ground will be able to take satisfaction in their huge orchard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The other night, I read somewhere a wonderful sentence by St. Augustine. I will share it with you now: \u201cGo forth on your path, as it exists only through your walking. If you would attain to what you are not yet, you must always be displeased by what you are. For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained. Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cora<br>\u2665\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Writing on a blank page is like watching the tiny feet of flies dancing on the snow. I\u2019m writing this morning with help from the wind, who\u2019s kindly turning my pages. When I dip my fountain pen in my heart, everything writes itself as if by magic. 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