{"id":801,"date":"2021-09-02T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-02T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www-new2022.chezcora.com\/?p=801"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:26:53","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:26:53","slug":"conversation-sur-lamour-partie-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/conversation-sur-lamour-partie-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Conversation on love, Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The sun has not yet risen and I am like a sleepwalker, half-awake. I hear sharp little tapping, like a steel finger, at the kitchen window. She\u2019s back! That\u2019s right, my friend the crow, and she\u2019s begging for her breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cIt\u2019s only 5:28 a.m.,\u201d I tell her. \u201cLet me wash my face and untangle my hair.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cI\u2019m hungry,\u201d she cries out as if to cajole me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where the devil are my slippers? My toes are uncomfortably cold against the slate floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cAnd I have an empty stomach,\u201d the bird caws. \u201cWith last night\u2019s storm, my nest is drenched.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cI was also worried. I couldn\u2019t fall asleep before midnight because I kept thinking about my poor peonies. They were ready to open their petals yesterday morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cDear lady, I am starving. My little ones are on a trip with their father and the storm washed away my pantry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quickly turn on the coffee machine and arrange my feathered friend\u2019s favourite treats on a tray. I then run to the other end of the house to brush my teeth and find my slippers and a large shawl to wrap around me.\u00a0At last, I wipe down the patio chairs and table, and put the tray of food on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gulp down two cups of coffee in a row to soothe my caffeine craving while the crow guzzles her breakfast. Satisfied and with an almost solemn tone, she opens her beak to speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cRainstorms are becoming more and more sudden and severe, don\u2019t you find?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cWe talk a lot about climate change,\u201d I say.\u00a0\u201cYet our American neighbours are used to large tornadoes. Maybe it\u2019s normal?\u00a0Don\u2019t worry, beautiful crow. The Earth has been pummelled for thousands of years and it\u2019s still turning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cMy head is also spinning in every direction. If the sky is going to soak the world, we birds will starve.\u00a0Tell me, nice human, since we met, I have never seen anyone in your home. No child, no companion, no dog or cat. Is this how you live? Where are your children and your companion?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cBeautiful crow, I have lived alone for so long, ever since my children left the nest, some 30 years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cWhere is the father?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cHe has been gone even longer. Don\u2019t worry, we survived. But yes, I live alone like a nun in a big monastery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cAh, I see, this husband wasn\u2019t a good person.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cIt is best to forget this cheerless story; I don\u2019t really like to talk about it. And don’t worry, I have thousands of books to keep me company. I’ve gotten used to the solitude with time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cBut you are not too old or too chubby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cWell, beautiful crow, my single status is a whole other subject. But you\u2019re kind of right: The more I mature, the more I think I would enjoy having a companion to talk to, and especially, to experience the wisdom of old age with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cYes, indeed. I hope you do meet your soulmate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cBeautiful crow,\u201d I sighed, \u201cmy story is simply too long to erase.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cSave your words, dear lady, I know your story. The angels told me about it. And I know why you locked your heart away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wanting to changing the subject, I gently ask my black-cloaked companion:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cFriend, did you eat enough? Do you want a doggy bag to take home?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cNo, thank you, I\u2019m not a dog.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cI\u2019m sorry, dear bird. Your talk of companionship has upset my heart a little.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cThat\u2019s a good sign. Sometimes you have to overturn the boat to repair the leaks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the well-meaning crow continued her instruction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cPerhaps you have resigned yourself, my friend, to thinking that solitude is normal. Humans get used to everything that happens to them and they have an answer for everything. And when the correct answer is too difficult to accept, they prefer to throw their questions, doubts and observations into the calm ocean of normalcy.\u00a0It’s normal, they say to themselves. And they often resign themselves to living a dissatisfied life that is wanting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cI saw you the other morning rhapsodizing over a thicket of wild flowers. Does everyone notice them? Many humans barely hear the birds singing anymore or the bees buzzing, or the wind as it dries the leaves after a storm. And, frankly, I sometimes worry whether they even recognize the delicate humming of their own hearts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cI apologize, wise crow. I know you\u2019re right, but what can I do to clear my mind of moments that are ground into my memory? Isn\u2019t it too late? Could I really be more amiable, more attentive to gallant men and certainly more honest about my real needs?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cWriting is the best therapy in the world,\u201d the thousand-feathered crow replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cContinue to lay out your words on the page. They will guide you to the happiness that is promised to every living soul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(to be continue next Sunday)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cora<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The sun has not yet risen and I am like a sleepwalker, half-awake. I hear sharp little tapping, like a steel finger, at the kitchen window. She\u2019s back! That\u2019s right, my friend the crow, and she\u2019s begging for her breakfast. – \u201cIt\u2019s only 5:28 a.m.,\u201d I tell her. \u201cLet me wash my face and untangle my hair.\u201d – \u201cI\u2019m hungry,\u201d she cries out as if to cajole me. Where the devil are my slippers? My toes are uncomfortably cold against the slate floor. – \u201cAnd I have an empty stomach,\u201d the bird caws. \u201cWith last night\u2019s storm, my nest is drenched.\u201d – \u201cI was also worried. I couldn\u2019t fall asleep before midnight because I kept thinking about my poor peonies. They were ready to open their petals yesterday morning.\u201d – \u201cDear lady, I am starving. My little ones are on a trip with their father and the storm washed away my pantry.\u201d I quickly turn on the coffee machine and arrange my feathered friend\u2019s favourite treats on a tray. I then run to the other end of the house to brush my teeth and find my slippers and a large shawl to wrap around me.\u00a0At last, I wipe down the patio chairs and table, and put the tray of food on it. I gulp down two cups of coffee in a row to soothe my caffeine craving while the crow guzzles her breakfast. Satisfied and with an almost solemn tone, she opens her beak to speak. – \u201cRainstorms are becoming more and more sudden and severe, don\u2019t you find?\u201d – \u201cWe talk a lot about climate change,\u201d I say.\u00a0\u201cYet our American neighbours are used to large tornadoes. Maybe it\u2019s normal?\u00a0Don\u2019t worry, beautiful crow. The Earth has been pummelled for thousands of years and it\u2019s still turning.\u201d – \u201cMy head is\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":807,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"Une corneille qui picore la vitre de la cuisine \u00e0 l'aube inspire la premi\u00e8re partie de la lettre de Mme Cora sur l'amour et la nature.","_seopress_robots_index":"","_seopress_robots_follow":"","_seopress_robots_imageindex":"","_seopress_robots_snippet":"","_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_robots_breadcrumbs":"","_seopress_robots_freeze_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_custom_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_canonical":"","_seopress_social_fb_title":"","_seopress_social_fb_desc":"","_seopress_social_fb_img":"","_seopress_social_fb_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_height":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_title":"","_seopress_social_twitter_desc":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_height":0,"_seopress_redirections_value":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled_regex":"","_seopress_redirections_logged_status":"","_seopress_redirections_param":"","_seopress_redirections_type":0,"_seopress_analysis_target_kw":"","_seopress_news_disabled":"","_seopress_video_disabled":"","_seopress_video":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas_manual":[],"_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable_all":"","_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas":[],"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"class_list":["post-801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lettre-mme-cora"],"blocksy_meta":{"styles_descriptor":{"styles":{"desktop":"","tablet":"","mobile":""},"google_fonts":[],"version":8}},"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=801"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=801"}],"curies":[{"name":"WP","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}