Thin Place

Thin place:

writing, at least in how I approach it, is really a form of magic and self-inquiry, an exploration into the thin place between the realm of pure ideas and the everyday world where I wait for words to find me. This inquiry is allow the page it’s emptiness without projections of my own fears of being unable to provide the proper words to fill it, it’s not to judge any idea that appears and needs to be expressed, and most importantly it’s simply asking what wishes to be told, listening as the early morning whispers from its own thin place of dawn, with night still touched against the arriving day for just an instant longer.

in Celtic lore a thin place is a rare location where the space between heaven and earth is more porous, a sacred place where our prayers are more easily heard and answered. Writing is it’s own thin place, sacred too through our petition for words and the way we use them for the invocation of meaning and purpose, ideas arriving clearly from an unknown source. It’s all magic of a kind.

the aspect of self-inquiry comes in by asking ourselves if this holy location is as far from us as we seem to believe, or perhaps that the thin place between writing and ideas has always been our own exact location, existing all along within the framework of our minds. With this we ask ourselves the important question of if indeed there is another side, that really…