My own private heaven

One of my favorite descriptions of place is heaven in The Lovely Bones. Alice Sebold’s rendering knocked me out. It made so much sense. It’s been a long time since I read the book but what’s left over is how everything was personalized right down to the availability of each resident’s favorite ice cream.


I loved that.


I, too, have spent a great deal of time thinking about heaven as a setting for not only a novel but, you know, eternity.


Architecturally speaking, I think it has an infinite number of overlapping compounds where families and friends hang out, listen to good music and eat high-fat unhealthy food. There is perpetual light-cotton sweater weather and the mowed fields are perfect for touch football. Each house has separate wings but lots of common space. Think very upscale commune. There are private bathrooms with those new hot water heaters that keep on going. Piles of excellent books, not just the ones you’re supposed to like, dot tabletops and fill shelves. There’s always new seasons of The Wire waiting to be viewed. And Shameless (the British one.)


(Eventually) people from every chapter of your life are present. Dogs, too. Cats have their own compound.


Rodents don’t.


Everyone laughs and feels the rush of being together. There’s irony and sarcasm that approaches the line but doesn’t ever cross it. Old slights are forgotten. (Except for the really bad ones. They can be remembered and nursed as necessary.)


Beyond the obvious things that are absent (war, poverty, disease, crime) missing, also, are guilt, fear, jealousy and shame. And judgeyness. That’s gone, too. And stupid bureaucracies. Redemption and reconciliation are not only possible they are achieved.


Also, there are no cosmetic issues.


And most importantly, there is the constant recognition that it couldn’t get better than it is.


Ps. One of my daughters thinks it’s morbid to ask, but have you considered your perma-setting?


My daily preview.


6 comments: On My own private heaven

  • That’s mine too, Erika…I’d like to not have Celia’s anymore…however

  • How about a refrigerator where sticky notes appear with messages from folks who are not in heaven?

  • It would be cotton sweater weather at night but low 80s low humidity in the day, most days and then a rainy day here and there for a lovely, wet walk and early nighttime storms with a lot of wind and fury but no damage and sometimes snow which melts the next day. There would be an ocean to float in the waves which was never too cold or warm and never too calm but not dangerous just exciting. Everybody would take turns cooking and everyone would be an inventive and good cook. I would never have to do the dishes.

  • honour, That sounds so I will do dishes if I don’t have to cook.

  • I think men should have their own compound as well…Perhaps with visiting privileges…Otherwise…I’m in!
    PS: Isn’t that my barn? I must already be there!!

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