“Mia’s Family”

Journal Notes:

A time ago, my prince Lynn gifted me with a handmade, private garden by the sea. It was our serene space to meditate, think and dream. It contained a swinging bench for afternoon tea, which was generously surrounded by baby magnolias, wild lavender, gardenia, jasmine, and little angelic statuettes. There was a clean birdbath for mourning doves, butterflies, and hummingbirds. The most treasured part of our personalized garden was a large, thriving Orchid Tree of pink blossoms and healthy seed pods. I named our tree, “Mia”.

It was all truly divine until that Terrible, Terrible September Hurricane huffed and puffed its suffocating Gulf sand and seawater on top of our Garden. Everything was destroyed, dead, and buried deep in the rotting sand.

After work crews finally arrived to excavate and haul away the enormous hurricane debris, I spied the dried-up, dead Orchid tree branches of my fallen “Mia”, sticking out of the truck’s bed of horrific sand and debris. As the hauling truck drove off to the graveyard for lost things, I hoped that Mia’s seedpods found their way out of the ruins, and by way of the wind, reseeded somewhere on a beautiful, serene path by the sea. In my dreams, Mia’s Family lives on and is well-loved by those who wander onto the blooming path of Orchid Trees.