Hello my dear Musers
My gift for you is the Welsh word hiraeth. Keren, one of my April retreat participants gave this beautiful word, a yearning word, to us on the weekend.
Hiraeth n. (Welsh) A spiritual longing for a home which maybe never was. Nostalgia for ancient places to which we cannot return. It is the echo of the lost places of our soul’s past and our grief for them. It is in the wind, and the rocks, and the waves. It is nowhere and it is everywhere.
I’m slow to get this week’s newsletter out. A week ago, I ran my April writing retreat and it was, again, wonderful. I’m still pinching myself that the thing I thought about for so many years has come into fruition and that it works. It’s a funny thing how our self doubt can get in our way of living our best lives.
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