A while back, I learned about the idea of â€œthin places.â€ In Celtic spirituality, thin places are places where the border between heaven and earth seems particularly thin.Â Think of them as places where you feel Godâ€™s presence more acutely than you do elsewhere.
Like St. Ignatius, I believe Â that you can find God everywhere and in all things.Â And yet I donâ€™t see this reality as being in conflict with the idea of thin places.Â Perhaps thin places are places where we donâ€™t need to work quite as hard to see the divine.Â Theyâ€™re the places where there are fewer barriers to our ability to recognize God, whatever those barriers may be.
I can think of a few thin places Iâ€™ve encountered:
*My kidsâ€™ room at night, when I look at them lying asleep in their bunkbeds
*Otsego Lake in Cooperstown, New York
*The open space near my grandmotherâ€™s home in Santa Barbara, where I used to walk as a kid and look down at the ocean
*My own humble backyard on a summer evening
*A chapel where the Blessed Sacrament is present (I guess that oneâ€™s obvious!)
What about you?Â What are your thin places?