NO ONE REALLY knows when it is going to hit them. And, it is debatable that the knowing lessens the sudden pang of recall, that twitch of memory; time gone and never recaptured again. I’ve experienced a certain sense of homesickness from time to time in the many years since I’ve been gone from Florida. Sometimes, while I’m sitting on the sand watching the tide weave its inevitable spell on memory, mind and emotions, I’m taken back to the place of my birth, of my people, of my heart, and in particular to the church which was more than a mere structure of brick and wood, but rather a living, breathing, place of belonging. It would be many years before I would realize this, though.