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.
Thank you for preserving such a peaceful place. It is my favorite place in the Black Hills.
I thought when I came here I would just sit and read – but now I find I come here just to be – be in the present, the now – in the sounds of the birds, in the sound of the wind in the trees – in the quiet – away from all the hustle and bustle – “Just to be”. – Char R.
Feel blessed and humbled to be here. Angels have always been with my family. –NC from Puerto Rico
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.
Time does not run out, it runs into the timeless. – RP
Thank you for preserving such a peaceful place. It is my favorite place in the Black Hills.
I thought when I came here I would just sit and read – but now I find I come here just to be – be in the present, the now – in the sounds of the birds, in the sound of the wind in the trees – in the quiet – away from all the hustle and bustle – “Just to be”. – Char R.
Feel blessed and humbled to be here. Angels have always been with my family. –NC from Puerto Rico
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.
Time does not run out, it runs into the timeless. – RP