Places thick and thin

I am trying to see the thin-ness here, in the midst of renovation.  I will have at least six to eight weeks of practice.  I returned from Iona knowing I was not done yet... with Quincy, with Fort Worth, with priesthood, with anything, really.  I realize I was yearning for something new, even when I thought I traveled there with few expectations.  No.  For the time being my new writing chair overlooks the turtle tank.  This morning he is sleeping peacefully.  At least it seems he is sleeping.

The pilgrimage leader offered:

When it is said Iona is a thin place,

It does not mean that other places are

Thick.

Home here

In the midst of renovation,

I aim to make a chair

In the family room

My writing chair.

I am surrounded by pots and pans,

Plates next to the door,

Silverware

Next to the sofa.

The cat dishes sit

Under the television.

The turtle tank rests

In its usual place.

He can write,

If he could write

(of course)

V e r y  s l o w l y

From his regular spot.

This place feels particularly thick

To me

Surrounded by everything

At once.

If I squint

I think I see the turtle

Smiling.

He has never had so much company

At once.

It seems this may be

A thin place

For Felix.

Of course

He will never say.