veils of fog and Spirit

Most of the places we have traveled to are described as “thin.” That is, the veil between heaven and earth has been worn down by the number of prayers and pilgrims passing by over the centuries.

However, the thinnest place in my experience was not a destination, per se. It was simply the whole of the Yorkshire Moors that we drove through. The wild beauty left me exposed to God long before I had the chance to realize it. I drank in the increasingly-foggy landscape to the point of my spirit’s intoxication. Hills, heather, weather, the environment I had read about in stories for so long: all God.

I did what I have been struggling to do this whole pilgrimage, what is essential to pilgrimage: I rested in God’s presence. Wholly.

I steeped myself in the Spirit.

~Bryn