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In nature, such connections can be found in what the Celts called “thin places.” George MacLeod describes these locations as “the eternal seeping through the physical.” And as a veil dividing heaven and earth as “thin as a gossamer....”
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In Ireland, there is a place outside Dublin called Glendalaugh where I regularly experience a thin place. Tradition has it that Saint Kevin settled there in a cave in the sixth century. It overlooks a lake as black as a moonless and starless night. A forest surrounds it, with ancient trees covered in moss and dark green leaves. Early in the morning a mist hovers above ground, like out of a fairy tale. It’s no wonder that Kevin chose this place for his home.
Patrick is one of those ancient saints who became larger than life. His charismatic personality and scant material about his life motivated many later biographers to colorfully fill in the gaps. And thus rose legends about Patrick where he performed fantastic miracles, including driving out all the snakes from Ireland and single handedly defeating the …
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