Hiraeth is an unusual word that has no direct translation into English. It’s a kind of nostalgia tinged with a feeling of incompleteness, a longing for a place that perhaps never was.
Pronounced (here-eyeth), this is something those of us with past life memories are probably well-acquainted with. Ever since I was a kid, I had vivid memories of a life in a forest — some kind of temperate rain forest, perhaps, or maybe a cloud forest. The smell of rain and trees still fills my nose and I can still feel the wet earth beneath my feet. In the distance I remember a blue mountain range, cloaked with mist and distance. The images and sensations are still so vivid…nothing like a dream or something saw on TV.
I know this next part is going to sound odd, but bear with me. I think I was some kind of animal — a carnivore — in this life.
As a kid, I felt a deep sense of incompleteness and longing linked to these memories, like I was supposed to still be there, or at least that I missed that old home. Sometimes I still feel that way, particularly when the memories flood my dreams or when I see something that brings it all back….