A while back, I learned about the idea of “thin places.” In Celtic spirituality, thin places are places where the border between heaven and earth seems particularly thin. Think of them as places where you feel God’s presence more acutely than you do elsewhere.
Like St. Ignatius, I believe that you can find God everywhere and in all things. And yet I don’t see this reality as being in conflict with the idea of thin places. Perhaps thin places are places where we don’t need to work quite as hard to see the divine. They’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 I’ve encountered:
*My kids’ room at night, when I look at them lying asleep in their bunkbeds
*Otsego Lake in Cooperstown, New York
*The open space near my grandmother’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 one’s obvious!)
What about you? What are your thin places?