Home is Calling: The Mogillon Rim Trail
Today I walked a trail along the Mogillon Rim, that I would walk (and trail run) in my early twenties, and it took me to a rock on which I used to sit, write music on, pray on, get lost in my thoughts...really, I used to meet with God there. It was a return to a thin place of quiet and consistency. There is a theology of place where we see Creator getting man’s attention. Sinai, Jerusalem, Bethel - the conditions being right for the human, weak eyes, of flesh to be opened to the Divine. There, sitting on the rock, the same breeze through the Ponderosa and Manzanita was there, the same wind kicking up [...]