Thin Places 

When I was five or six years old, we lived in the countryside near the north-east coast. One hot summer’s day, Dad put a tent up in a meadow at the back of our house. I have a strong memory of lying in the long grass on the cool ground, peering up at the blue skies through wildflowers. That’s where this song began.
The idea of “thin places” is an ancient one. It’s imagined as a place where the veil between time and worlds is thin; a place where we can step away from the heaviness of life and feel rejuvenated.
Whether thin places exist or not, I know my early morning walks stir joy and wonder in me and, for a while at least, I find my wild, wide-eyed child again. #childhoodmemories #folk #singersongwriter
Thin Places
When hollyhocks grow higher than the moon
And foxgloves stretch their spires to the sky
In the tall, tall grass I lie
A remnant of the days gone by.
But the Earth still sings to the seeds in my soul
Breathes the words to make this half-woman whole.
So I search for the places where the universe is thin
To find my wild, wide-eyed child again.
Find the thin places.
When buttercups grow golden in the sun
And dandelions sow stars into the sky
On the cool, cool ground I lie,
A shadow of the days gone by.
But the Earth still sings to the seeds in my soul
Breathes the words to make this half-woman whole
So I search for the places where the universe is thin
To find my wild, wide-eyed child again..
Find the thin places