A Threshold Between Earth and Heaven





I know for a while again,
the health of self-forgetfulness,
looking out at the sky through
a notch in the valley side,
the black woods wintry on
the hills, small clouds at sunset
passing across. And I know
that this is one of the thresholds
between Earth and Heaven,
from which I may even step
forth from myself and be free.
~ Wendell Berry, Sabbaths 2000






I was told once by someone I respected that my writing reflected “sacramental” living —  touching and tasting the holiness of everyday moments, as if they are the cup and bread that sustains us daily.

I have allowed that feedback to sit warmly beside me, like a welcome companion during the many hours I struggle with what to share here.

It is now apparent to me it is all too tempting to emphasize sacrament over the sacrifice it represents.  As much as I love the world and the beauty in the moments I find here, my search should be for the entrance to the “thin places” between heaven and earth, by forgetting self and stepping forth through a holy threshold into something far greater.

There is a scary freedom in the sacrificial life, a wonderful terrifying illuminating freedom, still far beyond my grasp.

I may even step
forth from myself and be free.




4 thoughts on “A Threshold Between Earth and Heaven

  1. “….stepping forth through a holy threshold into something far greater…” we belong to Him. He wants relationship with us. He is always in us…we don’t have to look for it, just acknowledge He is our Father, for He is on the couch while we play on the floor.

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  2. In addition to vast ancient ” thin places” like York Minster in England, mine is a rock on the tip of a peninsula in Casco Bay Maine that I discovered 30+ years ago. I’ve summmered in this cottage for 78 years, climbing the rocky coast, living according to the tides and changeable weather. And then I was drawn to the Rock. I’ve prayed there every day we’re in Maine, weather permitting, since then.

    When they were young, our grandchildren called it “Grandma’s thank-you rock,” because I’d told them if they wanted to sit with me, they had to start by naming something for which they were thankful, the best I could do with children being raised in a secular home.

    No matter what life’s demanded, every summer this “thin place’ both regrounds and sends soaring my sense of God’s presence in our war-torn world.

    May all seekers and all who are blindsided by the sacred discover such a place.

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  3. Oh to be in that ethereal ‘place’ that you describe, Emily. Even for just a moment – to taste, to exist for a time however brief in that ‘other’ realm, freed of the burden of the constant demands of self and its insistent demands and fleeting earthly matters that, in the end, will become dust….
    The transcendent-like photos that you bring to your thoughts make me want to meld into them to know and to try to understand what is within….
    Thank you.

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  4. So grateful and thankful for your beauty in words and in your sacrifice. Your words offer up emotions that my heart feels but words I can’t summon up alone.

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