I was in New England this last weekend. It was absolutely gorgeous! The skies were crisp and the leaves were at peak-color. I love the architecture, the historicity in the air, and the trees. I love the trees!
I know I have mountains literally in my backyard, and I love them as well, but there is something about real woods and real groves and real forests that you find in the east. They bring me peace and solace. I can see how Joseph Smith had an affinity for the Sacred Grove.
One feels God so near. Just a reminder to myself that I need to take more time and find a good woods to hike in and get away from the economic recession, the neverending election, and the angstiness of life - and stop and breathe and meditate and think more clearly.