A thin place

My mom died early yesterday morning... after a long struggle with Alzheimer's.

The Celtic tradition refers to these times as 'thin places' - where the boundaries of time and space are muted, permeable and blurred, almost indistinguishable the one from the other.

I think this shot (from the moving car over the weekend) captures both that soft sense of 'thinness' and the hard reality of where I am.

I'm taking a break from this space, so I can be more fully present in the spaces in which I find myself now.

Peace, my friends.