My daughter. I read this word, hiraeth, on Facebook or Pinterest this morning. It means among other things, a homesickness for a home that maybe never was or the nostalgia and yearning for the lost places of your past. The origin of the word was not given.
Back at the very beginning of my blog, I asked if it was possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been. It seems that there is an actual word for this, if you interpret the meaning somewhat loosely. Scotland is definitely a home that never was for me, personally, but the yearning is real. It feels like a lost place to me; a place from my past in the sense that, my ancestors left within me their love for their homeland.
Reincarnation has been suggested to me, but I don’t think so. I’m not a believer in it. This feels so much more like something that belonged to someone else that they want to pass on to me. They want me to feel the love and the longing they felt when leaving behind all they held dear to them.
A couple of days ago, I spent some time with my grown daughter doing girly things. I loved it. I wonder what she thinks of her ancestors. She is biracial. She has all my “celtic” genes as well as her father’s African and Native American genes. This is just a thought. I wonder how she sees her genealogy? I know she has asked me to have her DNA done. Probably will.
Tomorrow, or the next day, I will talk more about my ancestors again.