I’ve always been uncomfortable about leaving this beautiful planet to go to some place they call heaven. Why would I want to? When we aren’t destroying this wonder and stop and look around to breathe it in, this is heaven. The smell of lavender, the sound of the bees, the song of the birds, the playfulness of cats and dogs, goats, and donkeys. The beauty of every plant from the humble daisy and dandelion to the proud and beautiful rose. The tinkling streams and boisterous waves, the soft day, thank god rain to terrifying flashes of lightening and thundering storms. The wonder in a baby’s eyes, the laughter of children, the love of youth, the old couple walking down the  street before you holding hands, the joy. The art, music, craft and creations, the beautiful minds. This, this is heaven, and why would we leave her. I hope when this very badly designed machine my spirit resides in gives up that my spirit stays to be… just be… here to watch and wonder at the beauty of it all.