I am just thinking about thin places.
There must be so many places that have a magic of place, a spot where one of our ancients stood.
Maybe that place of earth saw a child being born, or someone die, or someone sing, or tend a child, saw some lovers engage.
Our land has been roamed for a million years by our ancient ones, and each footprint, each point of being and presence leaves an echo.
Maybe the place we stand saw people rejoice or sing in unison, if we stand and listen we can maybe hear that ancient song.
Some places are thin because of he power of Gaia, the waterfalls, the beaches, the hilltops, the frozen places, the ravines,the marshlands.
Some are thin because of underground activities, the deep caves, the subterranean rivers, the eddies of swirling points of molten metal deep beneath our feet.
Some we can sense because of the vagaries of the Earth's magnetic field.
Thin places may be marked by standing stones, or mounds or have churches built upon them but many not marked at all.
But we are never far from a thin place. I am sure of that.