This side of heaven, where do you suppose this side of heaven is?
“It’s not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It’s far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain.”
So said the rubyslipper-ed one just before she sung that unforgettable song: Over the Rainbow.
Behind the moon, beyond the rain…is it really that far away? Or is it found within each of us? Is it found in between the spaces of
judgment about ourselves – that field that Rumi spoke of?
Is it found in opening to our innate creativity? Is it where our
dreams lie? Where imagination comes alive? Is it in the little
forgivenesses we give ourselves and others?
Is it in that moment we took to consciously take a breath? Is it now, when I end this entry, step outside, look up, look around, point my face to the sun, breathe in the beauty of today and stay there for a good long time?
Free to just simply