Friday, September 18, 2015

Now that this is Heaven (op. 351)

Pink Daughter has gleaned notions of Heaven from her reading.  She asks me whether it is possible that we are all dead and that this is Heaven.


[We dry the lavender over the range]

This thought has never occurred to me before so I give it some consideration and reply that yes, it is highly likely.


[When we tire of the lavender fluttering down into our pans of goulash and risotto, we dry the lavender elsewhere.]

As this is now Heaven, it is important to make it seem thus. We order a four-tier box of chocolates, the fancy sort with drawers and gilding on the coffee creams, and send the rest of our money to ease poverty in Uganda.

40 comments:

  1. I remember having this thought myself many years ago when I was little and the idea of heaven captivated me. It still does, actually, which is why I explored it in my last novel. And what a nice idea to remind your daughter and everyone to do what we can to make this heaven on earth!

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    1. Membership of heaven is so thoroughly commandeered by various religions as the ultimate order of merit that it's hard to come by these days, harder than chocolates. I hope your latest novel is doing magnificently, Karen.

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  2. From someone who does not cook, your kitchen looks like heaven, which I think I'm too literal to achieve.

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    1. I'll gladly meet you in the literal people's corner of the afterlife, Joanne. I hope it doesn't turn out to be in Ikea, which was recently described to me as heaven by the owner of a new round coffee table.

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    2. The first time I went to Ikea I thought it was heaven. I now realise I was confusing it with the other place.

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    3. Needs must when the need for jam-jars drives, I suppose.

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  3. Miss Mise,
    I am so cheered by your daughter's and your thoughts (as well as that fab yellow stove!)
    Lets see, lavender or chocolate? I think chocolate wins!

    xoxo
    Karena
    The Arts by Karena
    Featuring India Hicks

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    1. Nothing else makes me feel as youthful as your comments, dear Karena.

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  4. My little ones would never confuse their home with heaven. I'm slipping up. I need a revision course in prettifying stuff. Or knowing what to do with lavender

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    1. You are busy sorting out society, dear speccy, so much more important these days when we can feel the hand of history upon our wallets.

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  5. Chocolates and Hendricks Gin. Heaven indeed.

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  6. How pretty your photos are, I do believe we might be in heaven. Well done on the chocolates and donation, you're relly jolly nice Mise. CJ xx

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    1. I am busily curating the blue and green elements of my house to the fore for future photos CJ to ensure your valued approval.

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  7. Years ago when I was in primary school we had Religious Instruction every week. I remember the priest teaching us about this very issue. What?? "Heaven is where God is. God is right here with us all the time. Therefore this is Heaven." I no longer have that god, but I have kept the heaven.
    Tell your very perceptive daughter that she need not die to experience Heaven. Keep it heavenly for those in need. Work to eliminate the injustice that prevents some people from experiencing Heaven.
    I know I live in a heavenly place and have an angelic supply of alcohol, but the injustice of no lavender in the kitchen is ever present.

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    1. At least Heaven, with its capital letter, seems more important than the kitchen, henceforth to be known as The Kitchen, or simply Kitchen. I have never seen better use of an adjective than your masterly placement of 'angelic'.

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  8. Good evening Mise, and thank you and yoru Pink Daughter for encouraging me to try to remember what I might have thought about Heaven when I was a child. Seems as if I accepted the word without ever questioning the definitions.

    As I grew much older and read more, and met more people who weren't raised in circumstances identical to my own, I did begin to wonder a bit about heave. When quite a bit older, I admit to liking the tune called Heaven that Talking Heads performed.

    Older still now, I do wish to believe that heaven includes lavendar's scent and the possibility of stretching one's appreciation of everything...in a relaxed manner.

    See where your post has led me? xo

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    1. O yes, Frances, Heaven by Talking Heads, now stuck on my internal gramophone. Once, standing on the front steps of a Dublin venue where David Byrne was about to perform, I saw him cycling past, towards the stage door, in a bright pink fur one-piece suit. One has to admire that.

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    2. Thank you for planting that image. xo

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  9. Anything that inspires a four tiered box of gilt-edged chocolates is a fine premise by me, dear Mise.

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    1. You depicted just such a box for me once, Shell, here: http://prettyfarwest.blogspot.ie/2011/12/illustrated-gift-guide.html. Nothing quite matches up to that.

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  10. Wouldn't it be wonderful if your daughter is right - I wonder where she thinks hell is.

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    1. The fifth class classroom, Elaine, for sure.

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  11. Looks perfectly heavenly to me too!

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    1. Second only to your oft-mentioned porch,dear Mags.

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  12. Lovely, funny, sweet charming...

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    1. How wonderfully the ellipsis suggests yet more unspoken praise.

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  13. These are big ideas. I'm reluctant to believe too hard in anything that isn't demonstrated by direct evidence. I even have my doubts that your oven is truly the color of saffron. However, I know it's a good world that has gilded coffee creams and angelic supplies of alcohol.

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    1. It's very true, Barbara, but perhaps humans intrinsically have a certain amount of faith that they have to channel somewhere, swirling fitfully about the science. I have no evidence for that, though.

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  14. I had my idea of heaven when I was at school, one did if one was an imaginative child, but I was not surrounded by those so imaginative as me and when I shared it there was only laughter. I shrugged, I didn't care, and later told my mother who smiled and said they knew nothing and I was to enjoy whatever heaven was to me. Pink Daughter brings it back to me although of course it has never left me.

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    1. I've been looking at your blog lately, Rachel, and remarking admiringly that Rachel is very imaginative. "What to say in the face of such imaginative energy?" I sigh to myself and drift on.

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  15. I have been away. Your daughter is right. Heaven is coming Home.

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    1. I know, Lucille, I always feel the very same. The dear old familiar dust...

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  16. Smile. I am certain there are lots of smiles in heaven.

    I remember thinking once that Heaven is the reality and we are living the fantasy here on earth. I think C. S. Lewis referred to it as living in the Shadowlands.




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    1. That terrible, terrible film, but I'm sure his own original thought was perfectly bona fide.

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  17. Id kill a nun for that kitchen.. Its lovely

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  18. I'm sure I had something heavenly to say but now I have the thought of David Byrne is a bright pink fur suit and I'm a bit distracted.

    I'll get back to you.

    xo J

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  19. Hello, I've just popped over from Useful or Beautiful and am now chortling at your blog. But now I must go and make the dinner. I shall return.

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  20. Dear Mise, you have such a lovely kitchen! That stove: a dream! And it looks like a wonderful title-photo for "The Spirit of Home" (a book I enjoy - home being more than just the walls, floor and decoration - as you know and show so well here).

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  21. Given that my cooker is a purely functional white enamel one , made by Pelgrim (sic ) , I'm obviously not in Heaven yet .

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You're looking particularly well.

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