I Drove Cross-Country In Search Of Proof Of The Divine. I Found It In The Place I Least Expected.

"A quiet pause at dawn on the morning of the eclipse," the author writes. Courtesy of Rebecca Gummere It was August 2017, and I was on my way from North Carolina to Hopkinsville, Kentucky, where in a couple of days I’d witness my first total solar eclipse. When I arrived, I discovered my “campsite” was one of the hundred or more 15’ x 10’ squares chalked on top of the lush carpet of green grass covering the municipal soccer fields. People kept shouting and clapping and hollering, and I shouted too, feeling in that moment part of something marvelous and vast, like the sense I had of stepping into another realm when, years ago, I’d worshipped at an A.M.E. Church, and in the middle of the service, three magnificent women stood up and began speaking in tongues. She’s currently looking for a home for her memoir, “Chasing Light: One Van, Two Dogs, And An Ex-Pastor’s Search For The Divine.” Rebecca divides her time between North Carolina’s mountains and coast.