What does your heaven look like?

a question worth asking

This might be my heaven. but I’d need a few fireflies in the distance.

Last week Rick and I finished watching 1883. It’s been a while since I enjoyed a series quite this much. The final scene left me asking, what does my heaven look like? 

I was reminded recently that if I can’t visualize my dreams, I’m not likely to achieve them, a subject I’ve written about under the guise of manifesting. 

This is also a contender.

Elsa, the main character’s words from the final scene in 1883…

There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together and form a perfect world.

That is heaven.

And each heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear and the sky is your imagination.

My heaven is filled with good horses and open plains and wild cattle and a man who loves me. 

It is always sunrise in my world and there are no storms. I’m the only lightning.

I know death now. I’ve seen it. It had no fangs. It smiled at me. And it was beautiful.

What does your heaven look like?