Saudade (pronounced [sɐ.uˈdaðɨ] or [sawˈdaðɨ])
Portuguese for a feeling of longing for something or someone that you love, and which is now lost.
Granddad. 400 year-old home. Ages 7 – now. Running. Breath. Health. Peerlessness. Boundless energy. Fits of giggles. Drinking water from running streams. First real kiss. Roses I grew, just that one time.
Help me with this list.
Yes, you. And you, and you too. It’s ours. It’s belongs to us all. There is more we have in common than we know. Who we used to be. What we long for – sights, sounds, smells. And the places that most let us feel like it was okay, truly okay, to be just ourselves. You know you have this, just like I do. Maybe it takes a little courage to go back there. It does, I know. But what if we held hands? What if I said, “It’s okay! Take the leap. Only thing is, the puddle’s behind you. But come on! Do it. I’m here. I’ve got you. I’ve got your hand in mine. Jump.
Tell me your Saudades and I’ll tell you some of mine.”
Image: Gustav Klimt (La Maternita)