“I asked my grandmother if the light was God,” Pam recalled. Rie laughed at the suggestion. “Oh no, Baby,” said Rie. “God is not the light. The light is what happens when God breathes.” She knew then, Pam would say later, that she was standing in the breath of God.”

“I asked my grandmother if the light was God,” Pam recalled. Rie laughed at the suggestion. “Oh no, Baby,” said Rie. “God is not the light. The light is what happens when God breathes.” She knew then, Pam would say later, that she was standing in the breath of God.”

— Judy Bachrach