The Thin Place~

I’ve been writing. Everyone morning I cross the street to the library and write for a couple of hours. I had thought that my writing days were over, for sure, but then one day at a library in Florence, I opened the  ‘Retreat Book’ file on my computer and started reading….and then writing. This has got to be a God call; after all, here it is, the twenty-fourth day that I’ve crossed the street since I came home from Italy a month ago. Writing a book is soooo much work, so intense, time-consuming, psyche-consuming. I need God for this one.

     And so, I continue writing, crafting of memoir, which at the moment, in no particular order, is about solitude, Scotland, the cottage by the sea, God and my mother.

    Today I was musing about finding myself in the ‘thin place’ during my first visit to Iona. Here’s what I wrote.

It is told that when people visit Iona they feel a thin place between themselves and God, and so it was for me on that September afternoon. George MacLeod, founder of the Iona Community coined the phrase ‘a thin place’ to describe that fine dividing line between the physical and spiritual where God is present, where peace touches the heart.  

Since that first trip, I have returned to Iona many times, always finding the thin place when I’m there. But I find it other places, as well. Take a walk, clear the mind… listen...look…. Seek and ye shall find.

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