Tuesday, January 8, 2013

the concept of heaven



The concept of heaven to me, is of this earth. It's flexible and passing— sensory. I feel it in my fingers when they are wrapped around a mug of tea, I hear it in the laugh of a loved one, I smell it in a good carrot soup. It's everywhere, and if you are mindful and aware of what is happening around you, it will always be with you. There's a heaven for me in the heart of Portugal— the Interior, as Pedro calls it. It's in that honey morning light, the song of a wren, the scent of soil, and the warmth of a wood burning stove.

I feel a tremendous peace here, and if I let it, it swallows up my worries like a glassy pool. It's amazing— the meaningless chatter that can occupy a head, but I am convinced that every inhale of this intoxicating air will cure.

5 comments:

Vicky said...

This is incredibly beautiful and in alignment with my concept of heaven, too. You phrased it much more eloquently than I have, though. Thank you.

szaza said...

Thank you, Vicky!

Dan Waters said...

that tree is definitely a hand making an OK sign.

this one I saw in Oregon looks like a Giraffe.
http://thesmellofsmoke.blogspot.com/2012/10/head-in-tree-tops.html

nothing like a one of a kind neat-o tree

Scott Renk said...

What a beautiful post and concept Samantha!
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szaza said...

Thanks, Scott!