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Megan Meyer's avatar

This was absolutely beautiful! I always enjoy your more personal writings, and so often find them relatable. From other commenters, I see I am not alone. We all felt something with this piece. You not only wrote beautifully about the thin places, but somehow in your words you have created a holy, thin place for all of us to experience.

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Sara Dietz's avatar

This is one of my favorite things you’ve ever written. Beautiful.

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Megan Meyer's avatar

Couldn't agree more!

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TheUltraContemplative's avatar

I feel exactly the same.

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TheUltraContemplative's avatar

This. This is so wonderful S.E. One of my passions in life is finding thin places and your description here brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for your vulnerability and as a fairly new Substacker, I greatly appreciated your writing experiences that you shared. Thank you for this gift.

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Mairi Bontorno's avatar

Thank you for this! I have so many thoughts! I'm so glad that you have your own holy well, a beautiful place where you can feel renewed (I studied holy wells when I was at university). It is so true - God is in these places, waiting to renew us. And in the winter months, in the midst of our busy lives, it can be so easy to forget this!

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A.J. Sky's avatar

As a fellow woodsy girl, fellow creative haunted by the ghosts of projects past, and fellow seeker of sunlight in February forests, I can say you are so not alone! Thank you for sharing this. 💛

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Robin Reardon's avatar

It’s in February when we have the kind of winter day when we feel almost desperate for warmth to return. This time of year the sun shines brighter than it has for weeks, and it stays longer in the sky, but it’s like a false promise; the cold continues long past when that promise is made.

February is my favorite snow month. Even though it tends to be a wetter snow than the trees prefer, I love sitting on my deck, bundled in down coverings and listening to the soft "plop, plop" of dollops of snow as the tree limbs release them, and they fall to the white-carpeted ground. On these days, through closed eyes I feel what warmth the sun can offer, and I believe in that promise.

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Lisa Laughy's avatar

You had me at “bear”.

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Dana Tanaro Britt's avatar

This is…well, it’s marvelous ❤️

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