My Heaven

On an isolated lake in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan there is a small two-room log cabin, which rests in a clearing adjacent to hundreds of magnificent pine trees.  It has a steep A- frame roof and green shutters on the windows.  The side of the cabin facing the lake is all glass with double glass doors opening to a large redwood deck overlooking the beautiful lake.

I could step outside and breathe in the brisk morning air and know I’m in Gods country.  I could build a nice fire in the fire pit and then I could grab a fishing rod and walk down to the water’s edge and catch some fish for breakfast which would be cooked over an open flame while a pot of strong coffee sits perking, nestled in the red hot coals.

I could paint the beautiful surrounding scenery and the numerous wildlife frolicking in the area.  Or I could just paint the face of the one I love, which is always in the forefront of my mind.  I could spend countless hours in solitude, writing, with only an occasional interruption by a passing squirrel gathering acorns.  There are no telephone lines or cable lines so I would be isolated from the busy world I live in now except for a weekly sojourn into the small town many miles away for supplies.

For lunch I could eat homemade jerky or smoked fish and fresh picked black berries from the berry patch off the trail near the cabin.  For a midday snack I could eat the wintergreen berries found near the woods as I stroll along on my daily walk.  They taste just like wintergreen gum.  After my walk I would then grab my fishing rod and fish for my dinner.

I could spend my evening sitting by an open campfire strumming my guitar and singing songs.  There would be no one there to criticize my singing so I could just let it all out.  I could be Elvis Presley or Tom Jones or who ever I want to be.  There would be no one listening except the animals.

When I became sleepy I could either sleep by the campfire under the clear starry night sky or sleep in the cabin until the next daylight comes.  I will then walk outside and breathe in the cool brisk air.

This is where I want to live.  This is where I want to die.