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As I move into writing my new novel (which mostly takes place in Shanghai), I think a lot about why China affects me so deeply. Why it’s become such an integral part of my being. Why I can’t shake it. Why when I’d never planned to love it–and when it pisses me off in a lot of ways–I do.
Last week in the New York Times, Eric Weiner wrote a piece about “thin places.”
I know, huh? What the heck are “thin places”?
Weiner describes “thin places” like this:
“They are locales where the distance between heaven and earth collapses and we’re able to catch glimpses of the divine, or the transcendent or, as I like to think of it, the Infinite Whatever.”
“A thin place is not necessarily a tranquil place, or a fun one, or even a beautiful one, though it may be all of those things too. Disney World is not a thin place. Nor is Cancún. Thin places relax us, yes, but they also transform us — or, more accurately, unmask us. In thin places, we become our more essential selves.”
And there it is.
Quite unexpectedly, in China, I became my more essential self.
This piece–and this idea of “thin places”–has given me some real insight into this next novel of mine. So thank you, Eric Weiner.
And to all you expats/nomads/wanderers out there, what’s one of your “thin places”? Where have you become your more essential self?
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