A Taste of Heaven

I’m house-sitting again this week. But there are no dogs this time, only plants. And a piano, which is fun. I brought one of my music books over to see how much I can learn of Michael Ethington’s How Firm a Foundation while I housesit for three weeks. It feels good to play the piano again.

The highlight of my week was going to the Washington D.C. Temple. It isn’t as far away as I thought, only about 2½ hours (although I have heard stories of traffic extending the trip by one or two hours). I packed some snacks, turned on my GPS, and headed North through the tree tunnels that are Virginia roads.

I love this little light. It's the
best image I can think of
for representing how tall the
temple is. It's as if it's
craning its neck back trying
to see the top.

It felt so good to be at the temple. The inside is beautiful. I love the windows in the walkway after the entrance.  I loved looking up and down the tall spiral staircase. The Celestial Room is exquisite.  It was a peaceful, thoughtful, and edifying couple of hours.

The drive back was calm and uneventful. I listened to some TED talk summaries and Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me on NPR. And the only turn I missed that day was the last freeway exit when I was back in Williamsburg (I turned off my GPS thinking I knew where to go).

I think temples are always more beautiful in person. A picture never quite captures the beauty of being there. But I've included a few to give just a taste of my afternoon.