“Heaven, isn’t that what humans should find inside themselves?” Lucy smiles reading about those who insist on a guy in the sky, no matter his name. “Heaven is who one is, not where one happens to be. It all comes down to the ability to recognise the inner most self and accepting one for who one is and heaven is found. No need to being forced.” She laughs and sips her hot coffee. “Now that is heaven and it slides right inside to its proper place.”

Once again lucy enjoys a day in the cold garden. Yes, in the garden instead of staring at it from behind the glass, for isn’t nature to be lived in? Heaven to be lived in on Earth.
A thought crossed her mind while preparing the cuttings to be stuck in the pots. “When men speak ill of thee, live so that nobody will believe…