All through my teenage years, I lived with a dream on the table. Literally.
I had a notebook with large, underlined letters on the cover: CORA. It was the title of a book I dreamed of writing, but never did. Day after day, that notebook lay there, open or closed, beside me, as if stories were silently being born inside it.
I never wrote in it. I only looked at it. And in my gaze, there was a promise. A quiet world waiting to be spoken.
Even though life back then was so dull and gray, I read. Books were my only window into something else. Through them, I learned to dream more, to hope more, to believe that there were worlds much bigger than the high fences and quiet fears of communism.
I lived between rules and shortages, between prohibitions and hidden dreams. And yet, I felt.
I felt there was something more. Something I didn’t yet know, but that would come.
Somehow, I knew that one day I would write that book. I didn’t know when. I didn’t know how. But I knew.
Today, the Delia Myllylä blog is the place where that dream takes shape. Maybe its name is no longer “Cora,” but Delia – the woman who lived everything she had to live in order to finally have something to say.
But this space is not only about me. It is a living, open virtual book, where my stories meet yours. Here, anyone who feels called can add their own experiences, wounds, and dreams.
Because every wound, every hidden dream, every trembling step deserves to be placed here – like in a book of our souls, written together.
Share your story with me, and let’s place it here together, in the blog.