It was some years ago. Walking along the road in front of our house, I stopped. It came to me I am able to see the path I am walking. It is a path yet not a path I could see. It was my path in life. I am not able to see ahead or see the path clearly. But as I walk, the path opens out in front of me. It is like taking a step at a time in this, my path to God, my path in spirituality.

I am going to throw my mind back to my past and trace that path from the early beginnings.

God is in the heavens, Ma told us. Dusk was falling. Together with Ma and my siblings I walked, my head turned toward the skies scanning it. That big cloud, that is God the Father, the long thin one, that is Jesus. Which one would be the Holy Spirit? It has to be one looking like a dove, I thought, studying the pattern of the clouds above me.

We had just left the Church, the entire congregation stood practicing singing a new hymn called, firmly I believe and truly, God is three and God is one. The words and melody moved me deeply.

Walking ahead of me, Ma was oblivious to the musings of her eight year old child.