heaven

Heaven with a capital H is not much of my business. I figure God has that all dialed and all I have to do is get there. Heaven on earth though, that's a whole different ever-changing matter. 

Some days, heaven on earth is a 90 minute phone call to Shiney that leaves my side sore from laughing, my eyes damp with tears, and nothing unsaid. Some days heaven on earth is total silence, the house to myself, a book in my hands. Nothing in my head. 

Perhaps that’s my favourite heaven, because it feels so very rare and so very hard-won and, most days, so unattainable. Peace. Silence. A quiet mind. Heaven.