Wondering

Wondering about thin places–where the space between heaven and earth seems thin, when heaven seems closest–something from Celtic spirituality that a trusted friend told me about. So these are places where God seems nearest, places of comfort, places of weakness, places of joy, places of light, places of love. And places of pain and sorrow and conflict.

Struggling with the memories and images and experiences of this hunt for hope I went on in South Africa and Zimbabwe last month. Can’t find a place for them–my heart overflowing these days. I thought maybe I can’t find a place for these stories because there isn’t one. But now I’m wondering. In wonder. These stories of courage and comfort in the face of death and despair belong in a thin place. Light in darkness. Heaven a breath of breeze just barely felt Caressing my heart In hope.