‘Er Indoors

So often I don’t want to go out, perfectly content pottering about with my music and knitting, just thinking. Internet too of course.
Musing on Mother Julian of Norwich, though there is hardly a comparison. She could participate in the services (and the music) through a little window, and she had another little window through which to communicate with visitors – I do hope it wasn’t one of those prison-door affairs. You could hardly find someone more sensible, warm-hearted, clear-minded or down-to-earth, yet she lived out her days in a stone cell. Fewer distractions.
Which sets me off into claustrophobia, what an interesting concept. Is it only claustrophobia if you feel you haven’t the choice to get out?

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