Thin Places

Betwixt and between heaven and earth, where the veil is thin, is a place that has been called a "Thin Place" by the Celts. It is an experience of the Holy, as close as your breath. Where suddenly the weight of time flies away, and all you are left with is the present moment—sweet and … Continue reading Thin Places

Bluebirds

I walk out into the bright day, where tiny birds startle, and twitter, beginning their morning songs. I walk amongst the piñons and scrub oak. Among junipers with tiny blue grey berries and shaggy barks. Surrounded by the elders of tall ponderosas with their thick, scabous bark to protect against beetles and weather. And then, … Continue reading Bluebirds