I'm finding that celebrating The Wheel of The Year isn't about making each and every festival or feast as extraordinary as the christian counterparts have become in the watchful eye of capitalism. It's more about focus, thought, honor, and slowing down to notice what lays before us and say goodbye to what lies behind us.
For some reason, all of us, staring down the barrel of an unknown and rapidly spreading killer virus that we knew would make it impossible to 'just run to the store for a couple of things' turned to the idea of baking bread. Why is that? Why bread? Nobody went and bought a bunch of live chickens or checked their city regulations on owning livestock (6 chickens, 0 cows).