God's cathedral...is all around you.

...there is no wifi

in the forest, but I promise...

you'll find a better 

connection.

 Today, I was lucky enough

to drive in pure sunshine on the way to clean

a cabin out on Boot Jack, Drive.

It was glorious.

I thought of how as a teenager, after I had bought

my first little car, a VW Beetle...I so enjoyed

my "drive abouts".

Every now and then I

would tell my folks I was going to church...and off I would

head to the mountains...

the trees, the lake...or gurgling creeks.

The sacredness and wonder of nature,

was all this troubled heart ever needed to feel whole again.

I still feel that...however, I have 

also found great harmony, sense of purpose,

promise and absolute JOY

in attending church.

I never, felt bad...when I discovered that my own 

children, had found the same sense of solace

and contentment in the mountains.

and would sometimes

sneak off,

"Climb the mountains

and get their good tidings.

Nature's peace will flow into you 

as sunshine flows

into the

trees.

The winds will blow their own 

freshness into you...and the storms their

energy,

while care will drop off 

like autumn 

leaves." 

~John Muir

Love that quote.  Saw it on a friends timeline again

today, and I smiled. 

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I am reminded of the time I was asked to decorate

for a wedding at the top of 

Alta's Ski Resort.

My first thought was, how to improve on perfection?

The mountain setting, is God's

cathedral.

My second was, this is not going to work, because

the Mother- in- Law who is 

paying for it

likes

Hydrangea's.

But, being in partnership with God, always has 

a happy ending. 

Every time I worked with fresh flowers for any event...I felt such an incredible

touch of my Father in Heaven...inspiring me to do it just right.

  We made it

work, with wildflowers,

sunflowers, ivy, lemon leaf, pine boughs,

and a hydrangea, here and there

for extra vibrant color.

It was a masterpiece...and memorable.

We used river rocks

for the wedding guest place cards,

riotous wreaths, encircled the post of the umbrella'd

outdoor tables, with huge hurricane lanterns,

a large candle set amongst

more rocks.

Bagpipers, heralded the wedding couple 

up the mountainside for the ceremony.

The sun had dipped behind

a cloud, and a faint breeze offered the 

perfect refreshment.

It was the weekend of the July 24th..and hot.

I did not have an air conditioned car...

and had made Starr & Britt, sit in the back

and babysit the arrangements

and brides bouqet

with misters...

from Orem, to the top of 

Little Cottonwood canyon. 

They have always been the best helpers.

Among the trailing of white twinkle lights

and greenery galore

the flowers were just icing on the cake.

It was magic.

I made friends on the East coast...and West Coast

that day.

Whoever finds a friend...finds a treasure.

Sometimes, mine are the trees.