I lit a candle for my father’s sister A. today in a huge Russian Orthodox Church. Not exactly the spiritual home of our Greek Orthodox ancestors but close.
I bathed in the light of the gleaming garnet stained glass cross painting the floor.
I knelt on the eastern side of the smooth golden wood beside the strip of carpet which bisected the expansive room and led up the steps to the alter.
I was told when I came in I could pray here.
I knelt in the glowing light of the cross and prayed for 45 minutes.
I counted my breaths. I laid my new ‘little computer’ on the wooden floor before me cleansing her in the bloody light of the giant western facing window.
I am preparing…heading to the beach to write “A Letter to My Father”.