Early monsoons bring so much more with them. ♥️
Hiraeth. A welsh word for a lost home that can never be returned to.
I’m curious, though, why the feeling is present strongly enough in the welsh, for them to have a word for it. I know precious little about them- maybe one of you could explain why?
Or maybe, they just recognized something so many people ache for, and cannot precisely name.
A lost home. Homes lost in people. Homes lost on people. Loss.
I’m not even joking, lol.
Cheerful chin chin 😝
Today, I’m gloriously blue. Like the sky, like the book open in front of me, a little bit like the flowers in the corner.
What are you today?
Some days, we simply cannot. Other days, we flourish. Some days, we need each cell to function barely normally.
Some days, we are not enough. But together, on some days, we are….