Is This Heaven?
I often find myself daydreaming. About this or that, and most everything else. Of far off horizons and snow covered mountain peaks, of running rivers and of swaying aspens. In fact, I wonder if there is a more peace inducing sight and sound than the collective motion of wind moving gracefully, quickly, and so convincingly joyfully through a thick grove of quaking aspens. Whenever I go to that idyllic place in my mind, that only exists really in the annals of thought and fantasy, there are always swaying, tinkling aspen trees. The glittering green set against a brilliant blue that lazy, puffy clouds float through. In the distance there are stands of pines, thick and dark, skirting wide mountain meadows…
I wonder if heaven is personalized.
When I cross that veil what will I see? Hallways and rooms and busy people rushing back and forth between ‘arrival’ desks, like a train station? Or will it be, as it is so often portrayed in film and television, an engulfing white mass where a path of people seem to wander aimlessly into the unseen distance? I don’t know. But I like to believe that there will be an element of personality, that is, of my personality, on that other side. I hope to see a stand of aspen trees rocking gently in the breeze. A flowing stream of icy run-off and in the distance, jagged snowy peaks stretching…heavenward?
I’ve often thought about what Bill Corliss experienced on that haunting spring day. He died so fast, so instantly. I hope that he was able to keep pedaling, seamlessly and effortlessly on a road of smooth glass and with a gentle tailwind and on into the eternities. Certainly, in order to qualify as heaven, heaven ought to have those elements of earth that made life so rich, so full, so worth living? I think so. I hope so. But I don’t intend to find out for many more years.
After all, there are still trails here on earth that have yet to wear my tread.
Gregory CorlissJune 11, 2009
I love to see Bill’s friends remembering him and honoring his spirit. It gives me and all my family members a great deal of peace when we see how much Bill meant to all his friends and colleagues and how he remains in their thoughts even now over 3 years since that sad sad day. It really helps keep him alive in our hearts and thoughts. May the path ahead of you always be clear with a tailwind at your back. I feel Bill watching over us all still
Grizzly AdamJune 11, 2009
I appreciate that Greg. Thanks.
JasonJune 12, 2009
From the day I read your first post about Bill, that sad event is one that has stayed with me. I didn’t know Bill, hell I live 2,000 miles away, but I found myself grieving for him and his family and friends anyway.
In the end maybe I look over my shoulder more now, maybe I hug the wife and boy extra hard before a ride, maybe I give a “thank you” to the powers that be upstairs a little more during a ride and for the ability to ride? Who knows?
In the end, maybe these are the sort of things that help keep folks that have passed alive and with us. Invoking positive change in the ones they left behind. I like to thing so.
Mike JJune 14, 2009
I think about what heaven is really like sometimes too and I really hope that it isn’t a super busy place but a place that I may be able to sneak away for a ride not just now and then but all of the time. Hey I can dream can’t I?