The night had its own language….At such times I could hear the night think, and feel the night feel. When there was no moon, the stars hung like lanterns, so close I felt that one could reach up and pluck them from the heavens. The nights in Florida, as I grew up, seemed to have certain dominant characteristics. (From Howard Thurman’s book Disciplines of the Spirit) My response to the sense of Presence always had the quality of personal communion.
There would come a moment when beyond the single pulse beat there was a sense of Presence which seemed always to speak to me. It was a time of watching and waiting for what I did not know-yet I always knew.
There were times when it seemed as if the earth and the river and the sky and I were one beat of the same pulse. Reared by his Grandma Nancy, who had been a slave and was a young woman during the American Civil War Found the protective fold of his neighborhood and nature his “windbreak against existence.”Īs a child I was accustomed to spending many hours alone in my rowboat, fishing along the river, when there was no sound save the lapping of the waves against the boat. Born November 18, 1899, in Daytona Beach, Florida
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