A friend told me recently that when she walked into the chapel at Sancturio de Chamayo, she burst into tears. It was a thin place for her. But it doesn't have to be a place.
Like beautiful music and good poetry.
Like the sacraments of holy communion and baptism where we are awakened to mystery. Or like a common meal around a dinner table when we realize that every meal is communion.
Like when you hold your first grandchild.
No. Moments like these are for awareness. For being silent. For beholding. For just being.
Thin places. They are everywhere. Let's all ask for the grace to have eyes to see.
Just an ordinary moment...