I can't pull any particular one out of my memory--there are so many visits over 30 years. I can say the area where the stream rushes downhill (often) between stands of rhododendrons reminds me very much of the western north carolina mountains where I grew up. I go there in spring and summer to feel that sense of home. Taking my mother who was visiting there years ago was sweet.
Anonymous
About fifteen years ago, following a recent diagnosis of breast cancer, I was drawn to the arboretum for a winter walk after a beautiful snowfall. The conifers were stately as always, standing tall against the bright blue sky, but also alive with sunlight as it danced off their snow laden branches. I spontaneously bowed my head in gratitude for the beauty of the earth, and in my mind's eye saw not the forest surrounding me but the individuals in the circle of support that at the time was my cancer support group. I will never forget this spiritual experience.
Anonymous
