STILL IN EASTER'S THIN PLACES

The fifth Sunday of Easter:

So I take a few old family photos out of storage and place them around my apartment. The family is still seemingly permanently estranged, but I still have some power here. I can take them out of storage. I am struck by one photo in particular of us all gathered up north for Thanksgiving in the early 1990's.

Looking at the photo now, all these years later, I think of a Star Trek episode where the Traveler and Wesley Crusher characters are having a conversation in front of a group of warring people on another planet. The scene is paused-- the weapons frozen in their hands. I feel something like that happening now, in the spiritual realm of relationship with my family. Something is changing. What comes next (what I see in the photo) is truly hard to put into words:

I see the family sitting at the Thanksgiving table up north… What strikes me the most, is the 'eye-contact' between me in the photo then, and me pondering the photo now, in 2026. Everything is slowing down, and speeding up enough, to come into more loving view.

Next. I'm thinking of a fairytale I wrote around the time the Thanksgiving photo with my family was taken: a fairytale about a young girl's journey to the Dream Maker's House. I'm thinking specifically of the Dream Maker character. The hidden one who sees every hurt and every dream. I sense this is what is happening now. The Dream Maker (the Spirit of Christ in me) is seeing my every hurt and every dream. And I am with her seeing them. Amazing.

I sense a 'thin place' between the photo and me.

Is this is holy ground, a 'burning bush' photo?

I am grateful for these people at the Thanksgiving table.

Okay go be what you are,

and start the chili.

Cb
Amen

"Holiness consists simply in doing God's will, and being what God wants us to be." ~St. Therese of Lisieux. 


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