I think there may be more to the bread.

For the third time in just about as many weeks I was recently able to again enjoy a loaf of hand-delivered pulla. Because, at the same time, I felt pursued by such a sense of the importance of recognizing the unchangeableness and inviolability of my individuality, I was grateful to be reminded of my early years on the beautiful Massachusetts shore, garrisoned by a broad network of loving and nurturing mentors, so palpably. I felt literally embraced by the memory of this feeling.

As a child growing up in Plymouth, my family visited its famed rock weekly. But, as powerful a lesson observing (and participating in) Plimoth Plantation-style reenactments was, this was more than historical immersion. It was the gift of a reminder of what is foundational. I’m grateful to consider that foundational concepts are not only essential with regard to founding principles of government but individuality too.

During difficulties endured throughout the pandemic, I am glad to have been able to ponder what Paul means in Corinthians II when he describes “having nothing, and yet possessing all things.”

When I was little in Plymouth, my Dad loved playing Billy Joel on our record player, and these memories have been so comforting recently – less for nostalgic reasons, although feelings of nostalgia are certainly present – but for their reminder of the undeniability of the sameness of my – and everyone’s – individuality then and now. In “The Longest Time,” Billy Joel wrote

That’s where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven’t been there for the longest time

I really hadn’t.