The ancient Celts called them "thin places" - spots within the material world worn thin through the press of heaven. The presence of God is felt strongly here, the whisper of spirit heard keenly, and insights often granted. Temples in the halls of nature. The world is holy by extension of creation - what comes of God is God. Yet Thin Places stand alone and apart in holiness - they are fingerprints in the reach of God.
I often wonder if we are wearing thin our own holy places by the repetition of steps through distance. Are we drawn to lonely spots of mind and nature not to search for the edge of self but to touch the edge of heaven?
Thin Places exist and our spirit yearns to know them. Perhaps running is the means of our arrival.
Peace,
Eric
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