thin

this has been a big week.

celtic people talked of ‘thin spaces’ – places where the layer between heaven and earth was paper thin. i remember standing on the far beach in iona, i forget it’s name, and understanding that for the first time. i think sometimes there are some very rare moments in life that are thin like that too, not just physical places. this feels like one of them.

i don’t want to appear melodramatic, but every time i’ve sat in front of the “write post” page of this blog this week i’ve been rendered inarticulate trying to find words that can do justice to the stories i’m hearing and the stuff that i have had the privilege to be involved with. i’m sure the words will come back. just now it’s best to be silent.

[though, completely ruining the above tone, i’m trying to work out a way that the project can justify buying these cushions]