I am in love with writers.
They fascinate me. They re the ultimate hermaphrodites, totally self sufficient in their procreation. No wonder most of them are a bit twisted, there is so much inside of them. I’ll never become one. I am too attached to my little sanity.
I admire writers because they talk to my heart, to my deep feelings, to my subconsciente. Each time I start a new book, I am always little anxious. Who knows where the ride will take me? Words can be so addicting, you don’t know where those pens got their ink from…
I spent the last days with Amelie Nothomb, engrossed in “the Happy Nostalgia’. I love her. She makes me laugh, ponder, wonder and she is pretty good at stabbing her words into my heart.. She did again today, when she taught me a beautiful Japanese word: Natshukashii
A Japanese, untranslatable word, natsukashii is a beautiful feeling defined as a state of euphoric nostalgia. It is triggered by a fond memory, which causes a yearning or missing space in your heart. It is usually an emotion modified by an object, such as your old neighborhood, an old friend, or lover. Although nostalgia is usually correlated with a sense of melancholia, natsukashii is a sweet reminiscent that warms your heart.
The word opened a beautiful all dusted trunk, filled with the perfumed hugs of Papy Gaston and Mamie Juliette. I would have loved my kids to know them. Smell their way through their little living room where bowls of hot chocolate were waiting for me and my little brothers.. The “cake de Mamie” just out of the oven, with its unique flavor of orange blossom..Her tender laugh each time she would catch us fighting for the ultimate crumbs..
I am so grateful for the everlasting memories. Some things are eternal.