Saturday, January 22, 2011

Dearest Hiraeth, yours always, Hwyl..

To start things off, the name of this blog, (I detest the word 'blog' btw. For no real reason, I just find it objectionable; like revisited last night's canned mushroom soup.) is made up of two of my favourite barely translatable words. They are also the two words that best describe me and my fickle nature.

Translated from Welsh, 'Hiraeth' basically means (according to Wikipedia) "Homesickness tinged with grief or sadness over the lost or departed. It is a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, wistfulness, and the earnest desire".

And 'Hwyl', a word my father used often to describe our family's ways, our "Belly-fire", basically translates to: "A stirring feeling of emotional fervour and energy". Times a million.

I hope to be able to share some of my stories and maybe by doing so, be able to better understand some of these events that have occurred in my life.  Not to say it's all so serious.  I love to laugh and do so often.  I know better than most that laughter is the best medicine.  So to all those that have come here by accident, on purpose, out of curiosity, or even malevolence,