There is a Celtic saying that heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in the thin places that distance is even smaller. A thin place is where the veil that separates heaven and earth is lifted and one is able to receive a glimpse of the glory of God.
A contemporary poet Sharlande Sledge gives this description:
“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.
The New York Times did a story on "thin places" for its travel section in March 2012.
A few months ago, I had the opportunity to be in Portland, Maine. This is a thin place for me.
Portland Head Light, Portland, Maine
My hometown of Hoboken, NJ and nearby New York City. I feel lighter as soon as I come into the city limits. No matter how long I have been away, I can always find my way around as though I never left. Even though both places are incredibly noisy, the sirens, the horns honking and tires screeching and trains going by - it lulls me into the deepest sleep come bedtime. I'm home.




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