This is a liminal time or as Robert Frost might have said, a beguiling time. The Irish mystics talked about liminal places and times or thin places. How do you know you are in that place, where the ordinary touches the divine? Well might you find you are tearing up at something that might otherwise be so mundane. You want to respond with words but you don’t trust your voice not to waver.
Last night we entered that liminal space with some of our Indigenous brothers and sisters on the first ever National Day of Truth and Reconciliation. The air was chill as the drum beat out the women’s warrior song and we walked with guttering candles among the crosses to remember the First Nation’s children buried in unmarked graves in school yards across this country. So much work to do. So much healing that is needed. So good to be there together. My hope rises. Great creator move the hearts of this nation.