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I'm launching a kooky creative project based on the epistolary relationship between Sister María de Jesús de Ágreda and the king of Spain, Felipe IV.

I’ve fallen down a mystical rabbit hole, and I can’t get out.

It all starts when I meet Julian of Norwich, and her divine revelations.

The writer in me is flabbergasted by her literary achievements in plague-era East Anglia. It’s a profound demonstration of the relationship between sight and insight - and the depths that can be mined from a single bolt of inspiration, if one does the work.

She has a revelation - or series of them - on what she thinks is her deathbed. She’s thirty. The visions prove relatively fleeting - they may last a few minutes, at most a few days. She spends the next 50 years of her life slowly and deliberately unpacking them through meditation and reflective writing.

Julian challenges me. I have bolts of inspiration every day. I spend very little time cultivating them. I could and should go deeper. Waiting for a more worthy or fully formed one is an act of procrastination and self deception.