tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post3610238057288385111..comments2023-03-27T06:40:34.450-04:00Comments on The Silent Isle: Where are your Thin Places?Anna Urquharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623009655068400866noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-67842147375893130672014-01-16T16:07:39.213-05:002014-01-16T16:07:39.213-05:00When we lived in Colorado, I used to saddle my hor...When we lived in Colorado, I used to saddle my horse, Taz, before dawn and ride up to the top of the hill above our place. Taz and I would watch the sunrise hit the ten-thousand-foot peaks and then flood the valley far below with morning light. That was a Thin Place :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-78976977884985037072014-01-16T09:44:01.174-05:002014-01-16T09:44:01.174-05:00I was hanging on your every word, Katie! Thank you...I was hanging on your every word, Katie! Thank you for sharing that story!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00715141051608976551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-11718221112280620822014-01-16T07:47:59.707-05:002014-01-16T07:47:59.707-05:00Mmm, Ireland was indeed magical and "Thin&quo...Mmm, Ireland was indeed magical and "Thin" :) Thanks, Beth. Love seeing you here and hope to see you at The Thin Places when we're up and running!Anna Urquharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623009655068400866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-19503611241969621172014-01-16T07:46:38.423-05:002014-01-16T07:46:38.423-05:00To see the breadth of even a small part of the oce...To see the breadth of even a small part of the ocean always makes one feel very small, yet not insignificant, which is always a wonder. Love these thin places, Lisa. Thanks!Anna Urquharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623009655068400866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-3376965104217337672014-01-16T07:45:28.539-05:002014-01-16T07:45:28.539-05:00amazing, Katie. What an experience. I cannot imagi...amazing, Katie. What an experience. I cannot imagine the darkness and then the power of light dispelling that dark. Heaven, indeed. That would be sure to leave you breathless. Thank you for sharing this thin place!Anna Urquharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623009655068400866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-2855566884414554862014-01-15T18:36:06.702-05:002014-01-15T18:36:06.702-05:00I love that idea, "The Thin Places." The...I love that idea, "The Thin Places." The descriptor really caught me, because it is also why I travel. One of my thin places was in Ireland. I met a older man in Galway who sat down with me at a pub and told me the most beautiful and mystical tales I had ever heard out loud about a visit he had to the Aran Islands. So naturally, I went there, and the place is most definitely where the faeries live. In a pinch I can't give it an accurate description, but I'll keep thinking on it for when the website it finished. Great idea Karen and Anna...excited to see where this all goes!Beth Millerhttp://elsmiller.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-64855387461854499762014-01-15T17:15:21.874-05:002014-01-15T17:15:21.874-05:00What a fascinating concept! My thin places tend to...What a fascinating concept! My thin places tend to be in nature, like a simple walk in the woods (alone!) But there is a stupendous variety of natural wonders in this country alone, not to mention the rest of the planet. <br />A specific experience that comes to mind is scuba diving in Bonaire and swimming over the crest of the reef wall to see the ocean plunge out of sight below me.<br />Seeing my own private rainbow in my backyard (below the tops of the trees) was pretty cool too.Lisa Betzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09079113238216903231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953246427453127002.post-68801413986801974272014-01-15T17:09:49.724-05:002014-01-15T17:09:49.724-05:00I think I experienced one of my first "real&q...I think I experienced one of my first "real" thin places in Vietnam. We'd been crawling around tunnels, all hunched over in the dark and dank, suppressing complete panic. Suddenly, the tunnel's path began to slope steeply upward, which was a fantastic change from the steep downward trajectory that led to the point of no return. We emerged from the tunnel, blinking, out of the side of a mountain and onto a pine-edged beach overlooking the ocean. The pine trees smelled intoxicating, the sun peeked through the clouds, and the waves lapped quietly on the shore. I went back into three more tunnels for the promise of that sight at the end of each. It's a metaphor, I think. But I've never been more in touch with my own heartbeat - its rapid, frantic beating in the tunnel and its near stop at the end. The Nested Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06766564824201751747noreply@blogger.com