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.
I live close to Piedmont where Elk Creek flows. And to see its first start at this location is special for me. –Mark S
I just moved here to SD from KS. I am married but feel alone. I have lost myself and was told about Pathways. I drove over an hour to be alone, because I hope being alone helps me feel not alone. I hope to find myself again. Thank you for this space.
What a gift you have given to all who enter! To sit here and witness the wonder of the universe – the crystal blue sky, horses grazing in the meadow – leaves turning color to tell us the end of a season is here – but a new one is beginning – as the angels look over us. – Char R.
Our brain is not our mind. Renewing our mind creates new pathways in our brain. The mind leads the brain, not vice versa. Be regenerated.
Walking up the hill today with a longtime acquaintance, now spiritual friend, the chimes rang out through the hills. The breeze picked up as if God was sending us a secret…from my dad. When chimes ring…it’s my dad calling out. Thank you for giving his spirit a place to be free. -Danita H.
I live close to Piedmont where Elk Creek flows. And to see its first start at this location is special for me. –Mark S
I just moved here to SD from KS. I am married but feel alone. I have lost myself and was told about Pathways. I drove over an hour to be alone, because I hope being alone helps me feel not alone. I hope to find myself again. Thank you for this space.
What a gift you have given to all who enter! To sit here and witness the wonder of the universe – the crystal blue sky, horses grazing in the meadow – leaves turning color to tell us the end of a season is here – but a new one is beginning – as the angels look over us. – Char R.
Our brain is not our mind. Renewing our mind creates new pathways in our brain. The mind leads the brain, not vice versa. Be regenerated.
Walking up the hill today with a longtime acquaintance, now spiritual friend, the chimes rang out through the hills. The breeze picked up as if God was sending us a secret…from my dad. When chimes ring…it’s my dad calling out. Thank you for giving his spirit a place to be free. -Danita H.