There are two places I find inspiration to write. One of those places is outside in nature where I can use all my senses to be present and know God surrounds me in all things.
The place I feel most inspired to write, is a quiet place. It is not a palace but it is home to a king. It is a small space, perhaps 2000 sqft. It is a place of rest and a place to just sit and listen. When I walk in, I am overwhelmed with peace. My eyes behold the presence of my king. He is adorned with the most ornate, golden attire. He waits for me as I enter, inviting me to sit and be present with him, to enjoy his peace, his comfort, his love as he embraces my eyes to adore him. I kneel before him and ask him to enlighten me with all that he wants me to hear in this present moment. He touches my shoulders and all the words swarming in my mind flow on to my paper. Words of His love, of His wisdom and His guidance, words of His peace and trust in Him, words from my pain, my sufferings and the beauty He has shown me that can exist from those ashes, all of these words flood my paper each time I am present in this place, each time I sit before Him. For in this place is death and resurrection. In this place is life itself, unending love and mercy. In this place is the body, blood, soul and divinity of my Lord, Jesus Christ, present before me in the Blessed Sacrament and in each breath of air and space. This is my place of comfort, peace and refuge. This is my place I find inspiration to write.
