Monday, 16 June 2008

There is a word for it in Welsh; Hiraeth.

It means 'a longing for home'. I don't miss my old cottage in Bollington so much anymore, times move on. That is until I return there. There is magic in that valley. Martin and Rachel have had baby Guy since I left. He is nine months old now, going on thirteen.

Hiraeth - the link with past, the language from the soul, the call from the inner self. Half forgotten - fraction remembered. It speaks from the stone, from the earth, from the trees and in the people. It's always there.

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