A couple of years ago when I worked at Cumberland Falls State Park, a young boy and his dad came to a program I was hosting - a craft program that involved making picture frames out of sticks, leaves, pinecones, and other materials found on the forest floor   The three of us went on a hike and the boy picked out all the materials he needed. As he was building his frame he picked up a pinecone that was quite battered and broken. Next to it laid a whole pinecone. It was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. So, I picked that one up and asked the boy if he would rather use the perfect pinecone.   He looked up at me and said very matter-of-factually, “No, I like the broken ones.”    Tears instantly welled up in my eyes.   A lifetime's worth of wisdom was spoken from the mouth of a child.      A Love/Hate Relationship   We do not always see our bodies for the miracles they truly are. In fact, many of us treat our bodies as something separate, something apart from us, something we have to fight against.…