The Shadows of Ostrava.

I came back, resolving the shadows of Ostrava. There needed to be some cleaning here. It was not a smooth ride, nor is it now. The winter does not help. What keeps me going is the way a street will turn, like a snake into a dark corner, and there it will find other sources. I learned to pray here. To find some grounding in the small upturned stones that graze your feet as you walk. I found my G-d nestled in a small shule thats over 800yrs old. There is an old man there who has a slight tremmor. I listen to his prayer deeply.