When I lived in DC, I would visit the Lincoln Memorial late at night. 

It was my “thin space,” where the veil between the physical and spiritual, seemed to dissolve.

I’d sit on the steps and soak in the warm glow of the monuments. I’d marvel as moonlight danced across the reflecting pool. In this place, I could feel my body soften, my breath deepen. 

The world around me hushed, and in that stillness, 

I could hear the universe whisper.

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Thin spaces are like magical portals. 

Time seems to stand still. 

Every breath is infused with a sense of presence. 

The world quiets, 

And it feels like you’re stepping into a deeper layer of reality.

Connecting us to something greater, something mysterious. 

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I’ve been in thin spaces all over the world:

Some vibrant and bustling like Grand Central Station, 

Others are awe-inspiring like the Sangrada Familia. 

Even airports can hold that same ethereal quality, with their constant ebb and flow.

These spaces invite us to slow down, reflect, 

And connect with the Divine within and around us.

Where’s your thin space?