LOS ANGELES — One roamed for hours through an oak preserve asking God to speak to her through the silence.
Another spent her days in meditation, using each exhale to send relief to her son, who had, by then, slipped out of consciousness. Not long before, a third woman had awakened in the middle of the night to what became a terrifying, recurring dream about descending into hell.
Each woman — members of three generations — went through a spiritual journey that had been sparked, sped up or heightened by the pandemic.
