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.
Sky blue Dakota vistas…running mustangs…fields of wildflowers…shimmering aspen…magnificent and meaningful sculptures…and the realization of a vision and a dream. – Ginny D.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until I walked through the gate. I laid my hands on the entrance prayer…dropped tears there. –M.B.
My friends from Nevada, California and Hawaii were so touched by the beauty, peace, and healing energy they felt here. It was the highlight of their journey to our sacred Black Hills! Thank you for this beautiful sanctuary and for sharing it and protecting this land!
I sit and wonder what it’s like to live your life and love the strife. It’s easy to get angry, hate and blame. So tell me, how does that get tamed? I try and try and try so hard. I scream, I fight, I call for help. But then I realize no one is coming. I’m by myself. -KM
I am a skeptic to the core. If I can’t see it or touch it, it does not exist. But there is something in this place that I cannot explain. I feel joy, sorrow, peace, beauty, and a whole range of human emotions, all at the same time.
Sky blue Dakota vistas…running mustangs…fields of wildflowers…shimmering aspen…magnificent and meaningful sculptures…and the realization of a vision and a dream. – Ginny D.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until I walked through the gate. I laid my hands on the entrance prayer…dropped tears there. –M.B.
My friends from Nevada, California and Hawaii were so touched by the beauty, peace, and healing energy they felt here. It was the highlight of their journey to our sacred Black Hills! Thank you for this beautiful sanctuary and for sharing it and protecting this land!
I sit and wonder what it’s like to live your life and love the strife. It’s easy to get angry, hate and blame. So tell me, how does that get tamed? I try and try and try so hard. I scream, I fight, I call for help. But then I realize no one is coming. I’m by myself. -KM
I am a skeptic to the core. If I can’t see it or touch it, it does not exist. But there is something in this place that I cannot explain. I feel joy, sorrow, peace, beauty, and a whole range of human emotions, all at the same time.