The lightness of life.

A brilliant, bright day. Cold as hell, as some detractors of winter would put it. But I know better. The mythical hell is hot. Hot as hell can be. Of course, I don’t believe in the hell myth. Better grasping the essence of true paradise. Right here on Mother Earth. No sense in waiting to die to advance to the heavenly realm.  Paradise is located between one’s two ears. In the mind.  In the wonderful imagination. Inbred in the human spirit. There for the taking. Immediately. Now. And oh, such a bright paradise. I’m reading. A novel. Called ‘Light.’ An imaginative trip. Into a day in the life of the painter Claude Monet. He was in love. With light. The profound effect. Of light. On everything. But especially the scenery. A radiant miracle. With spiritual dimensions. That’s what I am seeing today. In paradise. The lightness of life. –Jim Broede