It took a lifetime for me to figure out the concept of ghosts. Finally there they were. In my imagination. In my dreams! Right where they had always been. They exist, always have.
As I've struggled with the idea of heaven lately, friends have offered advice and reassurance. Suddenly, like an anvil on Coyote's head, truth shows up. Heaven is in my heart and my head. Heaven exists as long as I believe it.
May dear friend, Maura Kennedy, has learned to manipulate her dreams. I'm working on it. I've got messages for some of them. Jokes for all of them. Love, too. I've got dogs to walk.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.