Skein

From the ground to the air above the clouds is the realm where we live. It is a relatively narrow area. In the big picture, it is a small amount of inbetween space. It is the skein.

It is where we live. Within the skein, all of our dramas unfold. Life begins and ends. We love, have families, and we die.

Some days, I stand on the road and look to the horizon. This side of the horizon, if I hold my fingers up and look through them, it looks as if the skein is only an inch or so deep. The green and brown of the trees and the blue and white of the sky meet. Just before that meeting, that is my world.

Thank you, Lord for this realm.