I’m parked on the side of the road on my way to the
airport. I really didn’t want to come to Jackson and wouldn’t have if not to make this film. There isn’t a Starbucks here or a Sephora. There’s no Target, no place to get a good wax or even a movie theater. Greenwood
Today is my last day here and I keep catching myself trying to come up with reasons not to leave. I know somehow that
is not finished with me. Greenwood
As I sit by the side of the road, parked next to a sea of green that stretches as far as the eye can see – I have to admit what has always been true…this is what I came here to find – a place to belong.
will always be a part of the dense tapestry of my life. I neither understood nor appreciated it before – but it has called me home. Greenwood
I can’t describe how conflicted I feel about leaving here.
I remember when I was a kid I thought the name “
” sounded so lame. It sounded country and backwards. But it’s perfect. There really is no other appropriate name for this emerald forest. It feels like someone tucked it away from the noise of the malls and the brightness of big city lights. Finding it requires intention. Greenwood
I regret not appreciating my
heritage before. I feel so grateful that now my eyes can see the beauty of these lush hills that are so green and so vibrant that they radiate life. Greenwood
There is magic here.