Pink Is Perfect

Pink! Perfect! Orbs are zooming around Buzzing and humming Flutes and harps are in this courtyard. In the distance I hear a Native American type drumming “Are you new?” a kind voice asks. Everyone looks new here. There are no old people. I look down at my hands. They are young. Where are my spots? Where are my veins. I touch my face. I am young too. No wrinkles. Fresh? She guesses. I nod, but it is weird because I know this place. I am surrounded by emotions of joy, love and hope. Orbs are buzzing around in pinks, yellows, blues, silvers, and golds. There is a purple orb, she looks like a faerie. She waves. Children’s laughter filters in. Toddler orbs are sitting on laps. Dogs and cats are dancing. “You have finally arrived!” a group of orbs say. There is much giggling and hugging, but without touching. I recognize my mom, dad, sister, and three of my best friends. They are orbs, in a variety of colors. Somehow I know them. What color do you think you will be? One asks me. I have no idea. Pink! One yells. Look she is turning pink. Heaven is a magical place; spirit welcoming spirit. And I am pink! Perfect!