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The Holiness of Nature

It is common knowledge to Mormons that when Christ and Heavenly Father appeared to Joseph Smith (the founder of the LDS church), he was in a wooded grove just outside his family’s farm. He was green, secluded nature. It was sacred, holy ground. It is known to us as the Sacred Grove.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

Growing up, I always loved forests. From the time I was 10 until I graduated high school, I lived in Northern Virginia, surrounded by forests and streams. My family had a tradition of going camping to National Parks all over the nation. Typically these were forest invested national parks. I loved exploring our campsites and allowing my imagination to fill the forests. I felt at home there.

The greenery was the biggest thing I missed when my family moved to California and I went to Utah for college. I felt at home under the canopy of green trees, treading beaten dirt paths, listening to bubbling brooks, and I was afraid I wouldn’t have that in Utah.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

One day, while living in Provo, Utah, on a random bike ride, I happened upon a secluded part of the Provo River–there were trees everywhere. It was very reminiscent of Virginia. I had found a home away from home. From then on, if I ever had a fight over the phone with my mom, or an argument with my husband, or if I was just overwhelmed with stress and anxiety, I would bike or drive over to my personal sacred grove. I would find a small rock hanging over the creek, under the shade of a tree, and just sit. I would close my eyes and just breathe. I allowed the sounds of nature to fill me with peace.

When we moved in with my parents, we lived near the green, Alpine mountains of the Wasatch Front. The temple we would attend sat in the middle of these, and as we drove up the hill, we would be blessed with a picturesque view of the mountainside covered in evergreens. It would always make my heart burst to see that.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

In April, during the LDS General Conference, I was upset with my family and husband. I don’t remember why–it was probably pretty petty since I can’t remember. But, I excused myself, took the car, and started to drive up the mountain. That was one amazing plus that I had always loved about everywhere I lived in Utah–the breathtaking view of the valley below, especially at sunset. So, I drove up and up as far as I could go in the neighborhoods. I was listening to Conference on the radio as I drove, trying to bring the Spirit back to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I found an entrance to a trail. I immediately parked my car, turned Conference on my iPod, and started hiking up the trail.

It was probably the most spiritual experience I had ever had while listening to Conference. Instead of sitting in my pajamas, snacking with my family, lounging on a coach watching Conference in our living room, I was alone with Christ and His words, in the nature that He created. It was one of the most intimate, close experiences I’ve ever had with my Savior.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

Before we moved to Texas, I made sure to go on a few trails with Rhys to begin to instill in him my love of nature. He loved running on the paths and throwing rocks and sticks into the streams. I just hope that I can find some lovely hidden, sacred groves here in Texas.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

Abraham 5:9 And out of the ground made the Gods to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food; the tree of life, also, in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

Isaiah 45:18 For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to beinhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.

Alma 30:44 But Alma said unto him: Thou hast had signs enough; will ye tempt your God? Will ye say, Show unto me a sign, when ye have the testimony of all these thy brethren, and also all the holy prophets? The scriptures are laid before thee, yea, and all things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it, yea, and its motion, yea, and also all the planets which move in their regular form do witness that there is a Supreme Creator.

Moses 6:63 And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

Tom Reese (Ensign, February 2013The supreme beauty of the natural world reminds us of the power and perfection of God. When we are in nature, feelings of hope, peace, and reverence come to us through the Spirit. In nature we can see the handiwork of the perfect Artist. For centuries mankind has tried to emulate the handiwork of God. No human, however, has been able to match the perfect artistry of the Lord. Sometimes I wonder if God created the earth as He did to give us a small taste of what is in store for us in the future. If this earth can be so astoundingly beautiful, what must the renewed and perfected earth look like?

My Heavenly Father Loves Me (Children’s Song Book #228)

1. Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heav’nly Father created for me.

2. He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him rev’rently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heav’nly Father loves me.

Tayler from The Morrell Tale.com

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

A Walk in the Park

We are very lucky to have a park right next to our townhome. So, almost every day, Rhys and I venture out there while grabbing the mail.
Justin was home today, so we took advantage of the evening and went on a walk as a family. The park has two baseball diamonds, a playground, a tennis court, a pavilion, and a jogging path with ditch that runs by it. It ends where an old railroad for transporting rocks, coal, and other materials from the quarries in the mountains across valley was.
We saw this big dog in a backyard on our walk. Justin loves big dogs. I immediately thought of the beast from the Sandlot.
We both LOVE birds of pray and saw this beauty. We were able to sneak up pretty close to it before it flew away. In a different life, Justin would’ve been a falconer!

At this small “memorial”, Justin, Rhys, and I sat in the shade and just enjoyed the weather.

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

1st Anniversary Adventures

Boy does my husband listen well and know me well. Our anniversary was exactly what I loved–all because Justin listens well.
A tradition of my family’s was to go camping every year. We are all lovers of the outdoors. One of Justin and my weddings gifts from my family was a cooler and a tent. So, Justin, knowing I really wanted to go camping this summer, made reservations at Lake Yuba.

I had never been before, so I was excited. The only place I’ve ever been camping in Utah was Zion’s National Park. And, even though that is in the desert of Utah, the canyons and rivers that ran through it caused the park to have plenty of plant-life, like small forests! But Yuba was different. Shrubs were the only plant. You could tell we were still in the desert. It is a very small state park, and thus, very out of the way with very few signs to direct us. On our way down, we called the headquarters twice to make sure we were headed the right way. When we got there and checked in, we were informed our campsite was newly opened to cars rather than just boating access. So, the “roads” were gravel and sand. They strongly suggested using only vehicles with 4-wheel drive, which our old car definitely doesn’t have. So, we went less than 10 miles for a mile and half. We couldn’t even drive up to our site because we were on a hill and there wasn’t any more gravel. So, we parked and carried everything over.

We quickly set up camp and started a fire because we were hungry!!!!!! We had a beautiful view of the lake and the mountains. I kept wandering around our campsite while Justin prepared dinner. I love exploring in nature–it brings out the child in me. I was giddy, almost, skipping up and down the hill of our campsite, taking pictures and viewing our surroundings.

Justin wanted to be in charge of dinner–a hobo dinner which included beef, mixed fresh veggies, and potatoes. But, I forgot to pack the potatoes! We brought our two favorite kettle cooked chips (Cracked Pepper & Sea Salt and Applewood Smoked Barbecue), so we crumbled them up on the dinner for seasoning. We also brought the makings of Reese’s s’mores and roasted starbursts.

We also went down to the lake.

Because it was so windy, Lake Yuba was pretty darn cold. Everyone else were on boats and were tubing. We were the only ones without a boat. So, we walked into the lake and immediately felt its coldness. But, after having played in the cold 30* water of Aberystwyth in Wales, I knew I could easily play in Lake Yuba. So, slowly, I inched further and further, allowing my body to slowly acclimate. Justin and I kept daring each other to go under, since that is the easiest way to get warm. Finally, after about 10 minutes, we did. We swam a bit and just had fun. We were pretty close to fish and it was fun to see them jump out of the water. We freaked out everytime we touched rocks, thinking they were fish. It was really weird because it wasn’t salt water and I’ve really ever only swam at beaches. Every time a wake splashed in my face, I expected to taste salt, but didn’t. It felt off. We got out to warm up and bit and drew in the sand–I found a great pointy stick to help! Then, after we were warm, we hopped back in and watched the sun set from the lake.

Afterward, we made our s’mores and watched the stars while talking. The wind picked up quite a bit and there was a thunderstorm in the distance. We made plans and preparations in case it headed our way, but the wind blow it away from us. We hopped in our tiny tent–tight fit, perfect for cuddling, and listened to the wind. However, the campsite next to us had about 10 single adults who (they said) came often to boat. They were very loud and it was quite past midnight. So, Justin went over to ask them to adhere to the quiet hours Lake Yuba has. They apologized and said they weren’t used to other people camping the same time as them–like I said, Lake Yuba is a pretty small state park. They did quiet down and we were able to go to sleep.

When we woke up the next morning, we started another fire and quickly closed down camp. Breakfast was to be sausage patties and muffins cooked in orange peels. Our fire was pretty pathetic and no matter what we did, our food barely cooked. It was a pitiful breakfast. We said our goodbyes to Lake Yuba and headed home. We unloaded the car, went to grab some Arby’s, and watched this week’s two episodes of America’s Got Talent on hulu. Then, we took a nice, long nap. Boy, was that needed.

We then gave each other presents. For Justin: “54 reasons I love you” deck of cards and a small, portable charcoal grill. For Tayler: crystal necklace and earrings, lavender wick candle that crackles, and a pensieve. This pensieve is my favorite gift. Justin took a jar and painted it my three favorite colors and put pieces of good memories in it for me, just like the pensieve from Harry Potter. Another gift was waiting for me, but not from Justin.

A couple months after I graduated, BYU finally mailed my official diploma to me. I am so relieved to have both my official Utah State Teaching License and my Bachelor of Arts in History (teaching) Diploma. It makes me feel like a true adult. It is also a very weird feeling to know that I am officially no longer a student!

We got dressed up and then went to Communal, a small restaurant in Provo.

The premise of this “cultured” restaurant is that you share all the dishes, hence the name “communal.” I had been once before with my Welsh Study Abroad group as a sort of reunion. We had a larger party and quite the smorgasbord. So, it was interesting to choose from their menu with just Justin and I. We will do a review of them later this week, both giving our own opinions. Stay tuned for it!

After dinner, we walked back home–a very peaceful, lovely walk–and finished our Harry Potter marathon. It was quite the good first anniversary (and somehow, somewhat Harry Potter themed!)! 

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Musings During a Random Moment

As the blog is getting a small revamp, I’ve decided that this “Page” can be somewhat of a memorial post to my Creative Writing class. I wrote all these during it. I loved it. I need to write more, just randomly.

11/29/10
“After Feeling”
Fat – belly – rolls
    Leftovers and turkey
Cravings for pumpkin, chocolate, apple
    Wash it alld own with gravy.
Roll (wehat or white) me over to the couch
    Smother me with a buttery blanket
As I nap
     Hoping the plates and plates of food
Disappear
     So I can eat more.

11/9/10
“He summons
From a far off land
To lead me to my destiny
or death.

I obey,
Trekking quickly there
Only to find, no one had called
But me.

My sorrow
Plagues my old body.
Adventures have filled my life
not love.”

“Red sky, red sky
Blood burns in stars so bright.
The moon is red, the sun is dead
Fire light the sky tonight.”

“Black penguins pass
Slipping and sliding away
Going gaily on down
Heartily homeward bound.”

“Blue fish, blue fish
Swims swiftly south today
Away from cold, Away from north
Summer waits for fish today.”

“Blue chils the sky
Sweater vests and hats
Attacked by wind
Teeth chatter nonstop.”

“Stewed blueberries slither down the hot pot into the yellow dish, steam rises a mixed color of fruit, water and burnt seeds.”

11/8/10
“pouring rain
puddles here
puddles there
wet and soggy
leaves on ground
rain, rain, rain
yuck.”

“The annoyance in front of my face. It hangs in front of my eyes, falling up and own, forward and back, ear to ear. It isn’t very noticeable, but I know it’s there – it is ALWAYS there. I hate my chronic sore neck and small headaches.”

11/3/10
Falling Leaves
Parachutes in jackets of orange and yellow
fall out of high branches in green trees
softly floating to the ground below.
Many times they land off target
into nests of brown or blonde hair.”

“I see the sun, but feel no warmth. I see the rays, but am not blinded.”
“Birds ferociously arguing with the noise of construction.”

“night falls lightly, leaving glances
small glimpses and pools of light.
sun is gone, moon is come but
day doesn’t want to leave yet.”

“They sit, one bench apart
Never knowing how far
How close together they are.
Both in a world of their own
Only ten feet from each other.
One bench apart is too far.
They look past each other
Into the beyond, never seeing
Into his, or her eyes.”

11/1/10
“pour me out a story
sing it to me soft.
pour me out a story
play it to my ears.
pour me out a story
tell me what happened so many years ago.”

“To be back in Wales – to forget everything here. To go to the past but never exit time, nor enter into it. Places of history, of mystery echoing me to return and stay. Stay and forget as I never leave my Neverland.”

“A blue tie – the perfect tie for a plain old raindrop to wear.”

10/30/10
“A shadow light up the evening –
orange covers purple
rain drops splatter across colors
orange on top of purple.

Tires drive through puddles
the water spraying up colors –
dark blue overthrows the orange,
and throws away the purple.”  

10/24/10
“The stars showed what shadows were come to pass.”
“She threw the fish back in the pond – it was too small for her needs. What she needed was not the small anchovy, but a large silver catfish. Wiping the sweat off her brow with her sleeve, she sat back down in the canoe – this was harder than she thought.”
“Why did this work? Everything she had always tried never worked. She ha just given up hope of ever succeeding, but this time it worked. Laughing, she twirled, her blue skirt flowing out.”

10/21/10
“Tears push up under my bottom eye lid. A crooked smile stretches to my cheek bones. I totter on my feet, my hands wringing a cloth that’s not there. That feeling of nervousness laughing, mocking me, sticks to my stomach, reading up to tickle my throat. I am nervous, really nervous.” 
“Musing – what is it? It sounds like ‘amuse’ – am I amusing my self as I think and ponder and write? Is it entertaining to me? Or does it suggest words of my Muse – those masterpiece ideas bursting forth with ingenuity that I have plagiarized and tried to pass off as my imagination?”

10/19/10
“Curly locks over a pink top”
“Who are we? I don’t know. But we are here – that is the important thing.”
“A braid, so tenderly done, hanging at the end of the neck – a calm, serene hairdo for a laid back smiling girl.”
“The white shirt, sourly stained pink in the underarm”

10/13/10
“The worst illness.
I want to throw a chair,
Pull out my hair, can’t stand it.
Brain waiting to implode.
The worst curse,
A mumble-jumble of words,
Nothing is right, crumple and throw it to the fire.
A sick unease irks me.
Writer’s block – so terrible, so frightening –
It plagues me, stealing, preventing.
No happiness can escape the blackhole.”

10/12/10
“Why move on? Why move foward? There is so much here. Many adventures yet to have a tthe top of this hill. Why roll down to suburbs below? Too many opportunities arise, take advantage. Why move on?”

The Scarlett Letter
A scarlet letter
The red hot iron, branding my soul.
I can’t ignore the matching drops of blood
Falling in the pattern of an ‘A.’
The scarlet letter – adulturess.
The rusty iron-filled design weighs me down.
No words will escape my matching lips,
I wear it alone – the sin is mine.
A scarlet letter
My heart has broken – turned from red
to cold, stone, black rock.
I am the Black Man’s lover now.
The Scarlet Letter
My crest to pass onto my child,
My sparkling white Pearl, forever
Marred, marked, stained – a naughty Imp.”

10/11/10
“‘I am not a weapon to be used. I am a Fae, and more than that, I am your Maraka. I will not be treated as such an ignorant body of kiji you take me for!”

10/5/10
“Tree filled:
So many trees – big and small, tall and short, thick and skinny branches and leaves scattered everywhere on the ground – dirt ground, some grass – ore like a foest setting. Two playgrounds, one with a canopy. My treehouse in the forest. Surrounded by deep ditches, like a maze wondering through the open forested backyards of my block.
I would play back there – indians, adventure, runaway, fantasy, fights with swords and magic, army, jungle kids – building shelters over the ditch.”
“Window in my house:
Look to the corner of 7th N 4th E can see the campus and the Y. When curtains are pulled, you can’t see anything – too dark. When the curtains are opened, the room lights up. I can watch the whole day go by – see weather, the changing beauty of the Y, people passingby – spend hours just watching. I take breaks from homework to just stare, makes me want to go up to the Y.”
“Seagulls in the morning:
Squacking, loudly around 4 am, as soon the sun lits up – eating and attacking trash in Cardiff. Time to get up – a new day – new adventure, true, it’s an annoying sound and a ridiculously early time to wake up, especially cuz we have late nights, but always ready for a new adventure once seagulls wake me up. I can look at the bad and good views of life.”
“Campfire”
The wholly smell of wood smoke – not gross like burning food or a cigarette, but it has a certain taste to it. It is accompanie by the crackling sound and warm blanket of heat. When my fmaily would go camping in National Parks every summer, we would have dinner by fire, make s’mores on popcorn, cuddle in blankets, read by firelight, go in tent and wake up next morning to build another fire. I love the outdoors, love fires, love camping, there is such peace, tranquility, family bonding. I miss doing it now.”

9/24/10
“The fancy of Neverland lives in me still.
I shall never grow up – Never.
I may grow tall, hair grow long.
I may be married with children of my own,
But I shall never grow up – never!
Flying with fairies, fighting pirates –
High adventure – how fascinating!
Friends with Pan – truly exciting –
I shall never grow up – NEVER!”

9/13/10
“Y Wyddfa – Snowdon
Is it raining below? Grey fog in front, pushing from behind, The dismal cloud laughing, mocking.
The puffy white clouds blend in with the grey, moist blanket. Was that the train’s horn or the wind? Sight and hearing can’t help you find the train – right next to you or past the cliff edge.
Slippery rocks, loose or wet try to turn me around, ‘don’t go higher’ they scream, silently.
Is it raining below? No rain rides on th wind here, but it appears, clings to me, I’m heavy with rain.
Is it raining below? Does the sun shine? Is there warmth? Peace? Quiet? Tranquilitiy? Green?
Is it raining below? It must be – I’m climbing the mountain in the cloud.”

9/12/10
“‘There are two geese on sentry duty,’ reads the handmade sign, painting the way to the ruined castle. Usk, full of history, full of blood and rage, built of mortar and stone from sweat and toil, was now a background garden.
On top of the hill, trees and brush became the castle walls. A few stones laid helter-skelter on the courtyard, filled with courtisans of a new breed. Chickens were escorted by a proud rooster. The goat engaged the sheep in conversation near the fountain while the two sentry geese kept a wary eye on us as they made their rounds. One wall remained, now painted green with a halo of pink flowers growing from centuries old grey stone.
The walk on the wall led to the chapel, only recognized by a small cross engraved in stone. The pews, now hedges. Guarding the chapel was a tiny grove, a large tree bending to lift all its branches and leaves on its back. One arm it offered as a swing.
My very own Secret Garden – Usk Castle.”

9/10/10
“The beat pulsed through her chair, vibrating, her glasses subtly moving in tune. Numerous voices followed the song, some off-pitch, some to slow, some creating unknown words. Lights flickered, shining blue, green, yellow, red, purple, disfiguring her face while giving style to her plain white dress. She knew the song, her mouth silently forming the words. She knew the dance, her feet softly shuffling. Yet, here she stayed, in her chair, watching the party go on without her.”

9/8/10
“Shining bright, shining strong.
True love in celestial form.
A crown of glory, feelings on my sleeve,
Love abounds, the halo of splendor.
True love conquers all –
‘For what do stars do best?’
An ever after, never an ever after,
Never an ending – eternity:
Star’s bright love – true love.
-written while watching Stardust.”

“Wind blowing her haird, a mane fills her head, complemented by a fur-lined jacket. Dark glasses lie about her blue eyes as brown. A serious look on her face, (she is actually enjoying it) stares into the sunset as she rides her glider through the red sky.”

9/7/10
“The music sporadically spilled across one ear and out the other. A clanking symphony of bells, chimes, sticks, and hands wound circles around the chanting and dancing. Colors swirled, splashing the tribe in the off-beat of the tune.
To any other ear, it was noise. To us, it was our soul, flying, pounding the soft dust of earth with our calloused feet – celebrating allwe were, are, and would be.”

“Thinking was her favorite pastime. She would think of numerous things – how the bees could fly faster than her, how the dew never dampened her clothes, how her hair color matched her rose, yet her wings matched her guardian spirit.
Pulling one knee up to her chest, she rested her chin on it while she swung her other leg under the sturdy rose leaf.
Mamso fluttered by, the speed of his wings faster than her identical ones could ever match. Smiling, she touched his head in acknowledgement.
‘What were you thinking of this time, Tsarin?’ Mamso asked.”

9/4/10
“Many strenghts become one when the time is right.”
“She snarled as if as a cat with its fangs bared.”
“Journal writing is my pride and joy – it keeps me sane. It is my best friend.”
“Visions of possibilities swarm in a hurricane, threatening to overcome the future.”
“Her violet eyes lit up – amythests sparkling in the cave, hinting at her joy in the joke.”

9/3/10
“Half unseen from the world, she peers over, curious to see what she was missing.”
“Mae ddrwg ‘da fi, ond dw i’n meddwl dy fod ti’n hefryd.”
“long hair fluttered as if finding joy in riding the wind.”

9/2/10
“The railroad tracks began in the middle of the room and disappeared through the wall.”
“What do you do when the thing you treasured the most has shattered to pieces due to your own clumsiness?”

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Watching the Sun Rise

It is an incredible thing, sitting in this trailer in the parking lot south of campus, watching the sun rise over the mountains.

Wednesday through Friday mornings, I wake up at 5AM and get to work at a snack trailer south of campus at 5:30AM. I open the  by 6:30AM. The sky is light, but living on the west side of the Wasatch Mountains, there is still no sun in the sky at that time.

Even though it is summer, it is still chilly in the early mornings. So, I sit on my stool with a jacket, and watch the road in front of me for signs of sun.

Soon, sunlight prevails on the asphalt, chasing shadow closer and closer to me. It only takes a few minutes and I am always antsy with anticipation.

BOOM! Sunlight pervades into the trailer, beaming down right on me. I can escape from the jacket and become revitalized as I am warmed by the rays.

Looking at the Y Mount and the pass between the mountains takes my breath away every single time. The sparkling sun climbing over the peak, the glittery rays poking through the pass, the inviting illumination it gives the Y.
What an incredible sight.

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.