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Nature, awe and wonder. God's artwork, his creatures, a gift for the soul. Presence and peace from distraction. A door opens to the sacred and divine. A season of seeing with new eyes. A knowing that I am loved and full of grace.

It came like a rushing wind. A flood of memories at the center of them a 30 year old table. So old and rickety and yet hard to replace. The times that pumpkins were carved on it. The times we made Christmas cookies. The times we made ranchero sauce for Mexican breakfast.

I called the garbage service to discontinue the service. I checked the mailbox for the last time. Why so sad? You didn't live at this house. My memories aren't really here. Why so sad? You said you were tired and now one less thing to do. Why aren’t you happy?

Prose Poetry defined: "is a literary genre that combines the characteristics of both prose and poetry. I will introduce my blogs through the use of prose poetry." I am inspired by people and nature. In this space I will share those Mija Moments that transform and transfigure what others might see as ordinary. Today we start with "Tree Tops".