Paradise.
Sometimes things that are important can be in front of you but you are unable to see them.
People can spend money, time and effort in an attempt to find Paradise. Utopia or the land of dreams.
Moses spent forty years searching for the promised land and settled for a disputed territory that seems to cause never ending conflict.
I respect other peoples view of Paradise but for me I think it is a state of mind.
Surely Paradise is an individual gift, specific for each Pearson for example.
Apart from the time my wife said yes to marry me and my life changed for the better. I vividly recall the time before my eighth Christmas and I was driving my parents crazy with a never ending
“when will it be Christmas?” Outside the weather was cold and already snow was covering the window. On one side of the living room under a Christmas tree a small growing pile of gaily wrapped presents.
Each day my excitement was increasing but time passed so slowly until it was the night before Christmas. My Mother insisted I had a bath as Father Christmas would appreciate the curtsey of taken the trouble to smell nice for him. I slid in-between the cold clean sheets as
my Mother bent and kissed me on the forehead. “You know it has to be Christmas day before you open any of your presents.” She switched the light off and closed the bedroom door. In those few moments as I relaxed into the crisp clean sheets that now were so pleasant with the build up of my own body heat and I closed my eyes and repeated the thought and feeling of forever falling full of anticipation.
The pitch black of the night had changed to streaks of daylight stabbing through the gaps of the pulled curtains and I blinked to see at the foot of my bed an irregular mound of something indeed some of the objects were laying on top off the duvet. With mounting joy I realised it was Christmas day and I excitedly called out if I could open my presents. My mother said “can you wait a little so we can watch you.”
That for me will always be a cherished memory and truly paradise and even now tears of happy emotion.
People can spend money, time and effort in an attempt to find Paradise. Utopia or the land of dreams.
Moses spent forty years searching for the promised land and settled for a disputed territory that seems to cause never ending conflict.
I respect other peoples view of Paradise but for me I think it is a state of mind.
Surely Paradise is an individual gift, specific for each Pearson for example.
Apart from the time my wife said yes to marry me and my life changed for the better. I vividly recall the time before my eighth Christmas and I was driving my parents crazy with a never ending
“when will it be Christmas?” Outside the weather was cold and already snow was covering the window. On one side of the living room under a Christmas tree a small growing pile of gaily wrapped presents.
Each day my excitement was increasing but time passed so slowly until it was the night before Christmas. My Mother insisted I had a bath as Father Christmas would appreciate the curtsey of taken the trouble to smell nice for him. I slid in-between the cold clean sheets as
my Mother bent and kissed me on the forehead. “You know it has to be Christmas day before you open any of your presents.” She switched the light off and closed the bedroom door. In those few moments as I relaxed into the crisp clean sheets that now were so pleasant with the build up of my own body heat and I closed my eyes and repeated the thought and feeling of forever falling full of anticipation.
The pitch black of the night had changed to streaks of daylight stabbing through the gaps of the pulled curtains and I blinked to see at the foot of my bed an irregular mound of something indeed some of the objects were laying on top off the duvet. With mounting joy I realised it was Christmas day and I excitedly called out if I could open my presents. My mother said “can you wait a little so we can watch you.”
That for me will always be a cherished memory and truly paradise and even now tears of happy emotion.
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