It starts with an ache, with the asking, with a small pile of ash.
For some, it comes by questioning, for others, by suffering, still others, it's like a hard shell that cracks.
It becomes a belief that needs to find belief.
Sitting Waiting Watching
For how long?
The ruach hums through the body: I Am.
Amidst the music, faith grows in the grace of walking toward Easter.