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”.

 

Peace.

 

• He Died Today
• Communities Where I Fit (Kind of)

Categories: Roaming My Ruminations, Uncategorized