The Irish have a term, which I really like, to describe a place or an event where one feels a reverential wholeness or holiness..........a stepping into a heightened awareness where our senses are boosted in a way that makes one feel lighter than the gravitational pull of the ordinary life. They call them "thin places....." It is a spot where one's faith is affirmed as it collides where hope and possibility dwell. It is a place where you feel that perhaps your prayer can slip through and be heard.
Personally, I think I have small moments when I've experienced this sensation and in the larger context of life, they seem to be fleeting moments. I guess it doesnt matter how transitory they were because the lasting feelings are grand in their impact. Most are connected to nature....a glorious sunset caught on a day when a sense of beauty is needed the most........a quiet evening in front of the fireplace on a cold winter night, with the snow falling outside......the first glimpse of a blue glistening lake from the end of a dock on a summer's day.....the moment where the sun seems to be captured on the boughs of a tall pine........
Thin places catch you when you feel a sense of integration, mind, body and soul. The moment when my daughter was placed in my arms for the first time and i knew she was healthy and perfect.....it was a thin place moment I shared only with my husband who was right there looking down on us. It felt like we were safely ensconsed, away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the world, centred in a miracle.
They may be fleeting, but the sense of wonder capture in the realm of thin nestles deep into our hearts where they glisten like prayerful gems which reflect a dawning comprehension that we have been touched by grace. We need to seek out those thin places, and be receptive to the feelings they bring because I think these may be our best attempts at understanding the mystery.