Paradise, Nirvana, Zion. The hereafter, the next world, the next life. Elysium, the Elysian fields, Valhalla.
Bliss, ecstasy, rapture, contentment, happiness, delight, joy.
The firmament, the skies, the celestial sphere.
Heavens to Betsy. Heaven on earth. Seventh Heaven…
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
Heaven means to be one with God.
Men and women will retain their sex in heaven.
Pope John Paul II
Democracy is only a dream: it should be put in the same category as Arcadia, Santa Claus, and Heaven.
H. L. Mencken
Heaven… I’m in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.
Matthew 19. 24
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
I don’t mean to be facetious, but I’ve been wondering about something…
There is no sin in heaven, presumably. Is that why it’s “a place where nothing happens?”
And isn’t it odd that if heaven is in the sky, so many cultures bury their dead in the ground?
How many heavens are there, anyway? And whose is the “right” one?
Ah, the right one…
So much happens here on earth. So much that is hard to fathom, or to forgive. A place where nothing happens might well be heavenly, now I think about it.
This week is going to be a place where PLENTY happens. Hope that doesn’t imply it will be hellish!!!
Nah. How could it be? Just look at what I’m lucky enough to be doing…
I’ll be talking to Adelaide on Monday morning. Check EVENTS AND MEDIA up above to get details.
On Monday night I’m reading and talking with two amazing writers at the Wheeler Centre, and there will be friends with whom I can celebrate afterwards. That would be you, hopefully.
On Tuesday night the luminous Hannie Rayson is going to lead me in conversation at Readings in Carlton, and then, with luck and a fair wind, we are going to talk to a heap more friends afterwards. Please join us if you can. Details also above.
And then on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I will be down at Aireys Inlet for the Lighthouse Literary Festival. I’m so excited by this. Hannie and Nicole, from Great Escape Books, have created a breathtaking line-up of words and forums and panels and ideas for sharing. I feel so lucky to be there. There’s a link to the festival in EVENTS AND MEDIA. And here’s the scoop! Paul Grabowsky is playing piano for Saturday night’s SILENCE session. Wow!
And just so you know, I’m now a Spanish Australian! Looky here:
So much happening.
I’m in heaven!
I’m grateful to the Melbourne Festival and ACCA for shining Nathan Coley’s installation into the night, two years ago when I returned from walking. It gave me pause and made me consider. Still does.
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Again and again, so inspirational Ailsa! Congratulations … again. Stel x
Oh thanks, Stella. I love that chain reaction that occurs when a visual artist puts something out there in public. I had a response in the moment, then took my photo for the memory archive, and then came back to it, and it turns into words on a page, and then you, in NYC, get to have another experience. Ain’t life grand?