The concept of a thin place didn’t really exist for me prior to becoming a Presbyterian. The theory that heaven and earth might touch and be connected was foreign to me, but I immediately connected with it. I did and do have moments where something seemed unreal, unimaginably magnificent and it didn’t match its surroundings, like two worlds blending into each other. Helping animals being born and witnessing mothers trust me with their young, when I was clearly the intruder. Complete strangers asking for hugs in movie theater restrooms, and me willingly obliging, as if my body moved of its own choosing, separate of my brain. A tiny cemetery to the side of a busy street, quiet and calm with hundreds of stories buried beneath the soil. A deer eating grass in an apartment complex, watching me as I watch it, and then entering the world beyond the hedge with a swift and graceful gallop.
Beka Tucker 