Carla I like the imagery in the passage you quoted. It brought to mind William Blake’s
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Having now had a chance to google her and read some more of her writings, I can appreciate how vivid her visions were. She also seems to have had the ability to recall and write about them in amazing forensic detail.
What I like about her too is that she sounds non-judgemental and so forgiving of human frailty. Many Christian writers through history have adopted a harsher tone – God forgives you but really you don’t deserve it, you miserable worm, you! I can understand why you would find Julian’s warmer and more optimistic style comforting.
Cheapskatemum, does the cell feel like it might eventually become overbearingly claustrophobic?
In general the simplicity and (relative) solitude of the lifestyle appeal to me - although perhaps not year-in year-out! But I suppose in those days as a woman there weren’t many options if you wanted some peace and quiet simply to think. If you remained out in the world you’d probably end up taking your chances spinning the perilous roulette wheel of childbirth.
The only person I can think of in modern times who lives a less extreme version of this lifestyle is Sister Wendy Beckett, the art critic who used to front television programmes. I think she is more of a hermit than an anchoress though. Does anyone know of someone living as a full-on anchoress?