Appreciation with a Loaf of Bread Project
James
Every bite nourished my body
And I’m not saying this as a figure of speech
It all felt like a storm though
The foundation you felt grounded to one day is slipping from underneath you the next.
Your entire being shifts into survival mode as you catch a rip tide in the matrix.
This wasn’t where I wanted to go and this is definitely not the place I want to be.
Before I knew it even the people I loved looked like strangers. Some turned into monsters. Maybe I created these illusions in my head. Maybe my reality is this paradigm. This warped perspective left me with little apatite. And even though I am buried in the debris of my chaotic life, I keep searching for the light. I was once told “there is a crack in everything, a crack that can let the light shine through.” Its an old song that sparked something in me. A quest to find the light even though I felt broken. And like that. Bread. The one thing I can tolerate when I am repulsed by eating. And not just any bread. Sourdough. My favorite! I just knew that there was something way more special to this already amazing experience. I went from just picking off little pieces to keep my turning stomach from aching. I found excitement. I don’t know if that was an ingredient that I overlooked, but it was the brightest flavor. I found love in forgiveness and gratitude in respect. I ran out of bread but I have so much appreciation for those who have stayed by me when my days go dim. Continuously using their own light to help me. I survived this storm and I couldn’t have done it alone.