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.
As I sat down on this calm, hot day, a breeze blew through. Mom spoke to me through the music of the chimes. I’m thankful. –Margie
What sacred and blessed place. I have always been drawn to the Black Hills. I come here for spiritual renewal and direction. This sanctuary is another sacred spot for me. –Ann K.
Listen to the breeze, it calls to you
Listen to the grass, it grows for you
Listen to the water, it flows for you
On this our Mother Earth, listen back and respect her
For we can never repay what she has given us
I, Aaron, was here on this day! I am 9 years old from Glenwood, Iowa.
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.
As I sat down on this calm, hot day, a breeze blew through. Mom spoke to me through the music of the chimes. I’m thankful. –Margie
What sacred and blessed place. I have always been drawn to the Black Hills. I come here for spiritual renewal and direction. This sanctuary is another sacred spot for me. –Ann K.
Listen to the breeze, it calls to you
Listen to the grass, it grows for you
Listen to the water, it flows for you
On this our Mother Earth, listen back and respect her
For we can never repay what she has given us
I, Aaron, was here on this day! I am 9 years old from Glenwood, Iowa.
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.