The 'thin space' I haven’t meant to be amiss about posting, but traveling and sporadic internet service have put me behind. I try not to stay behind in prayer, although I must admit that even that routine changes when I travel. For example, ‘the list’ hasn’t been front and center during my crazy journey from home to on Iona. On the other hand, gratitudes were with me on every plane, bus and ferry ride. Now that I am here I will get out my little post-it pad and write ‘the list’ to take with me tonight to the service at the Abbey.
This afternoon, after a dish of chowder, I walked to the Machair (the common land)—common for all who use it, which includes sheep, cows, and golfers. I passed the spot where fifteen years ago on my first visit to Iona, I stopped and knew that I was standing in ‘the thin space’; where heaven and earth touch and where God tells us not to worry about anything but to remember the lilies of the field. Today the Holy Spirit washed over me and cleansed me with gratitude.
This afternoon, after a dish of chowder, I walked to the Machair (the common land)—common for all who use it, which includes sheep, cows, and golfers. I passed the spot where fifteen years ago on my first visit to Iona, I stopped and knew that I was standing in ‘the thin space’; where heaven and earth touch and where God tells us not to worry about anything but to remember the lilies of the field. Today the Holy Spirit washed over me and cleansed me with gratitude.
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