IN MY INNOCENCE

As a child growing up on the farm in South Georgia, the words miracle and miraculous did not come up in conversation as I recall, but I certainly knew their meaning for it was steadily penetrating me as I walked barefoot through the freshly plowed fields with my nostrils full of the aroma of the rich fertile earth and drinking in the powerful visual beauty of the land. I felt unnamed wonderful sensations rising up through my legs, body, and brain. I recognize now that I was learning the meaning of those words. Today, I also know that my whole life which has been sometimes destructive, sometimes messy but also productive has been about striving to make my life reflect that miraculous truth that branded me in my innocence.

Jack