Inspiration

"I do not know how to write, nor can I, unless I see with the eyes of my soul and hear with the ears of my eternal spirit and feel in all the parts of my body the power of the Holy Spirit."

--Mechthild of Magdeburg (ca. 1212-ca. 1282), Fliessende Licht der Gottheit, lib. 4, cap. 13, trans. Frank Tobin (New York: Paulist Press, 1998), p. 156.

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