You’re alone in the quiet, at home. You grab a book.
If it’s a novel, it’s perfect : you get into a dream. You see things…
Tonight I wanted a conversation instead. So I picked a book from Siri Hustvedt (The Shaking Woman) and a glass of Chardonnay.
I opened the book in the middle of random (it’s something I love to do) and read great pages about how a new born baby and his mother stare at each other. This deep each other’s look means so much, so many things happen. A bond is building. An intelligence is blooming…
(I remember I did this, with Lili and Eliette, my daughters)
Hustvedt explains that if a mother talks to a baby and waits a little, the baby answers – in his own… voice.
An essay is like having a part of a conversation. The part where you just listen. Just choose your partner well! It’s OK – even if you miss the partner’s questions, the slow ping-pong of spirits.
And the eyes…
I wrote this. Now I’m back to my chair. Bidou the cat on me knees. Hi Siri!
Conversation.
Thanks for reading!
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