I believe the term ‘thin places’ is Celtic in origin: “Thin places, the Celts call this space, both seen and unseen, where the door between the world and the next is cracked open for a moment and the light is not all on the other side. God shaped space. Holy.” It is a term meant to explain an intrinsic, mystical spirit alive in the essence of nature, landscape and sky that beckons to the willing heart. It conjures the sense of a ‘thin veil’ between ‘apparent reality’ and ‘deeper reality’. It shifts that veil for just a moment, so you are able to perceive what is true always and everywhere; a glimpse of reality as it really is, simple, revealed. Perhaps at such times, in such moments your understanding marries your experience resulting in a more heartful way of knowing. The Apache proverb – “Wisdom sits in places” – is an apt description of the unique and magnificent unification of the sacred and the profane where the divine transcends time and space. Maybe such experiences simply help you attend with more intention to G*d’s omnipresence and constant availability.
Perhaps the ‘thin places’ invite you to transform, to have all the ‘places’ in your life become ‘thin places’. Maybe, this is a path by which you perceive that the Spirit of G*d dwells within you and not just these places. You come to see that you have a unique potential to be a ‘thin place’; G*d’s presence may become known through you. “But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship God in spirit and truth, for God seeks such as these … God is spirit, and those who worship God must worship in spirit and truth.” (John 4:21-24)
Maybe this is why I increasingly experience a convergence of the sacred each day in the profane. The small details of my day feel more and more like a threshold of life as sacramental, unitive. I glimpse divine presence and honor the sacred in the waking hours of the morning as I rest in alive awareness next to my beloved. I see it in my daughter as she expresses her artistic sensibilities and reveals unique beauty in the world through her burgeoning self. I sense it in my communion with my dogs – the spirit that permeates our relationship. I hear it in the creaking of the trees in the winter wind – the sheer unmitigated aliveness of all that is part of me and vice versa. For me, this expanded thinness in my life seems to accompany a more heartful awareness and way of knowing. It is a palpable presence in the stillness of my silent prayer and meditations that begins to linger, seeping into my living being – a permeating presence. And now, the simple act of holding and feeding my baby grandson evolves to be a sacred act of love, of presence, of communion with all that is – and, even more the confluence of…all that has been, all that is and all that will be.