Reflections Shared by Visitors
Journals are placed on benches where visitors can make a comment, draw, or share a thought.
The following visitor reflections were gleaned from these journal entries.
Hear the rustle of the wind in the trees.
Listening is the key.
Watch the eagle fly in the sky.
Pausing just a moment to see.
Feel the warmth from the early morning sun
As nature wakes to a new dawn.
Watch the fawn in the meadow frolicking free.
He has no troubles, why should we?
Hear the rustle of the wind in the trees.
Listening is the key.
Watch the eagle fly in the sky.
Pausing just a moment to see.
Feel the warmth from the early morning sun
As nature wakes to a new dawn.
Watch the fawn in the meadow frolicking free.
He has no troubles, why should we?
– N.G.
A wonderful, peaceful walk. Not far from heaven here!
Thank you for sharing and building gifts of reflection, communion and regeneration. The magic is real, and love to you for opening this up to the world.
So many have gone before me, but I always feel their presence when I am here—maybe it’s the quiet. –CH
Today I walked this spiritual path in memory of my mom who died April 22, 2018 at the age of 91 years, 257 days. Her philosophy to all of us was: “Be kind to one another, but first, be kind to yourself.”
Hear the rustle of the wind in the trees.
Listening is the key.
Watch the eagle fly in the sky.
Pausing just a moment to see.
Feel the warmth from the early morning sun
As nature wakes to a new dawn.
Watch the fawn in the meadow frolicking free.
He has no troubles, why should we?
Hear the rustle of the wind in the trees.
Listening is the key.
Watch the eagle fly in the sky.
Pausing just a moment to see.
Feel the warmth from the early morning sun
As nature wakes to a new dawn.
Watch the fawn in the meadow frolicking free.
He has no troubles, why should we?
– N.G.
A wonderful, peaceful walk. Not far from heaven here!
Thank you for sharing and building gifts of reflection, communion and regeneration. The magic is real, and love to you for opening this up to the world.
So many have gone before me, but I always feel their presence when I am here—maybe it’s the quiet. –CH
Today I walked this spiritual path in memory of my mom who died April 22, 2018 at the age of 91 years, 257 days. Her philosophy to all of us was: “Be kind to one another, but first, be kind to yourself.”