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....”
Finding God in the Thin Places (On my Pilgrimage to Ireland)
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.

