a feast for the soul

For me, fall is the epitome of all things comfort: hearty stews, warm spices, chunky sweaters, garden harvests, and cozy afternoons wrapped in down blankets. General Conference is my soul's equivalent fall. It nourishes and warms my spirit so I feel ready to withstand the winter's of life that will inevitably blow in.

The past few October conferences have found us at, where else? Our beloved cabin. It's only fitting seeing as how I feel closest to God amongst the beauty of His mountains. There's nothing like sitting on the couch, looking out the window over the little valley clothed in its' autumn wonder, while listening to God's words given through His prophets. It's spiritual rapture.

Due to several conflicts this year, we weren't able make the trek to the cabin. Instead, a quick trip up Emigration Canyon to Little Dell Reservoir while listening to the Saturday afternoon session had to suffice. The leaves were impressive along with some of those homes - HOLY SMOKES. I didn't know any homes existed up there. Goes to show my Salt Lake County naivete. Guess I'm a Davis County gal.

Anyway, both words and landscapes surpassed my already high expectations and filled my spiritual tank to full. It was just what I had been needing.

yes...she's wearing a Harley beenie...