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.
I thirst for solitude. I thirst for calm, for the gifts that come from the silence and the sunshine trickling through the leaves of the aspen on a day of gratitude and forgiveness. – Namaste – “Lost sister friend”
We came here today not knowing what we would see. The beauty we see and the energy here is beyond belief.
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.”
I know true peace and contentment has to come from within. But it certainly helps me to come here and be one with nature in this beautiful sanctuary.
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.
I thirst for solitude. I thirst for calm, for the gifts that come from the silence and the sunshine trickling through the leaves of the aspen on a day of gratitude and forgiveness. – Namaste – “Lost sister friend”
We came here today not knowing what we would see. The beauty we see and the energy here is beyond belief.
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.”
I know true peace and contentment has to come from within. But it certainly helps me to come here and be one with nature in this beautiful sanctuary.