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Here's one for the Equinox, an old one I wrote back in the Fall of 2012. I had met a truly radiant and resplendent person at a community retreat on a farm in Ohio, whose light I just wanted to bask in, who I could not, for the life of me, work up the courage to talk to. In Celtic spirituality, Thin Places are "places of energy. A place where the veil between this world and the eternal world is thin. A thin place is where one can walk in two worlds – the worlds are fused together, knitted loosely where the differences can be discerned or tightly where the two worlds become one." So this song is about in-between spaces, the heavens and the foothills, summer heat and autumn sweetness, the restless space between the electrifying risk of a new friendship or choosing to stay hidden. Lyrics: clouds come low press their palms against the ohio making faces in the mirror of each other, belly laughing thin places, I have read are when the heavens come to lay their head in the bosom of the foothills green and red, green and red I have no way of knowing which conclusions you've drawn or what you've overcome to dance as freely as you do but this wisdom that I'm seeking ain't buried in the books I've read but in a simple conversation, "hello," and "how are you?" well I thought it would be different but I'm glad that I was wrong yes I thought it would be different but I'm glad that I was wrong so I start my day with some bread and some wine but I'm still hungry for a smile to share with this stranger passing by well the invitation's open wide just gotta tie my shoes and step outside this old curtain that I hide behind- my comfort and my pride well I thought it would be easier but I'm glad that I was wrong Yes I thought it would be easier but I'm glad that I was wrong

lyrics (based off Song of Solomon) see the winter is past the rains are over and gone the flowers appear on the earth the season of singing has come arise, come my darling my beautiful one come with me the cooing of doves is heard in our land the fig tree forms its early fruit the blossoming vines spread their fragrance arise, come my darling my beautiful one come with me