Earlier this year, I ordered two handmade dolls from the Hiraeth Gallery in Wales. These little healers are handmade from Sara, the owner of the gallery and are infused with a variety of energies. Both of mine carry healing elements and are said to aid with healing. I was introduced to them by a soul sister and felt called. I was in a bad way health wise, but I believed in no ordinary moments and that these magickal, energetic beings had crossed my path with a purpose in mind. I needed help and I was at a point I was willing to go to great lengths and try anything. Soon I find myself placing my first order and before it even arrived, a second order was placed feeling drawn to a particular doll. It’s almost funny to think about it now and see similarities between my Mom and myself. Mom collected dolls and has a few sitting in her living room, untouched, much like it was when Dad passed and the place became a dedication to him, now in the same manner since she is gone. We might have shared some dolls between us in our adult life, but I am certain that the meaning of them is completely different.
Once arrived, I gifted Mati and Rhaeadr with a special handmade cabinet, their own house, painted and adorned by me to pay tribute and thanks to their new home here in the United States. Of having called out to me and having chosen to help me. Further each was gifted a Bloodstone to aid with the healing properties. They sure have travelled a long way to be with me and we almost missed each other by a matter of a few hours. I believe that they, along with a bunch of other things have made a difference and again the RA is in remission. When I say remission it’s not that the pain is completely absent, that I don’t struggle through the day, but my life quality has returned by making the pain much more manageable. I thank Mati and Rhaeadr for being a part of my family and that process.
Today I came across the word Hiraeth and I had no idea about it’s meaning. It’s perfect for a new word post and again the phrase “No ordinary moments” comes to mind. I was meant to find them all along. Hiraeth is Welsh and stands for 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 fried for them. It is the wind, and the rocks, and the waves. It is nowhere and it is everywhere and I happen to relate to it a great deal.