I find thin places all the time, in the most mundane venues. I've always been particularly sensitive to the spirit of place. Walking around my condo complex yesterday, I noticed how the sun shone on a section of building and the landscaping around it, and it just felt spectacular in an ordinary way. So I took that detour and lapped it up. An unsung spot in an otherwise historically significant landmark also calls to me often, so I go to it and sit or stand or gaze at it for a few minutes. My mind tries to make sense out of why it feels special, but I don't always come up with words to express that. Acknowledging its momentary "good spirit" is enough, with gratitude for its existence and the spirit that dwells there.
How beautiful to find the sacred in the mundane! I love the idea of finding the "good spirit" of a place. What a powerful way to engage with the spaces we find ourselves. I wonder if you also find yourself sensitive to when a place has a troubled spirit? Thanks for sharing!
I find thin places all the time, in the most mundane venues. I've always been particularly sensitive to the spirit of place. Walking around my condo complex yesterday, I noticed how the sun shone on a section of building and the landscaping around it, and it just felt spectacular in an ordinary way. So I took that detour and lapped it up. An unsung spot in an otherwise historically significant landmark also calls to me often, so I go to it and sit or stand or gaze at it for a few minutes. My mind tries to make sense out of why it feels special, but I don't always come up with words to express that. Acknowledging its momentary "good spirit" is enough, with gratitude for its existence and the spirit that dwells there.
How beautiful to find the sacred in the mundane! I love the idea of finding the "good spirit" of a place. What a powerful way to engage with the spaces we find ourselves. I wonder if you also find yourself sensitive to when a place has a troubled spirit? Thanks for sharing!