Do you ever have days that SOOOO much happens you need time to process? Like love. And death.

March 10 was that kind of day for me. It was my birthday: I was flooded with such heartfelt warmth. Moments to take in and cherish. Moving.

And that day, I heard that my dear dear friend, Mahaganga had passed away.

She was no longer in her physical body. On that day. I told myself it was to be with me, that her love was coming through the ethers.

And with it came all these memories of our times together

She was there for me over and over again.

She was a medical intuitive. For years. she worked for a dentist sitting alongside. She could tell him when he has remoived all the infection in the patient’s mouth. I met her through that dentist and our friendship took off. We became close friends.

Always the caretaker, she mothered me in a way I never had been. Not just emotionally (sooo true) but physically: she would move in, clean up my disorganized house, cook delicious meals, hug me and laugh with me.

She realized that she could help patients heal, but only to a certain degree before it became a matter of their spirit, their soul. She needed to understand that. Her healing journey took her to India and then to Portugal, where she found her spiritual leader.She welcomed me to a 2 week visit to Portugal where I spent time at a silent retreat with her.

In turn, she visited me in NH. She loved Squam Lake and would embarrass me by unashamedly jumping in stark naked. In the daylight!

I loved her AND found her utterly impossible at time.

During one of her visits, I was working with my rolled silk. I would dye the silk, using a combination of colors, so that when the silk was rolled, the colors would relate. And there is always one color underlying all the colors in a piece.

These are my rolled silks – “roses”, she called them. They share one color. Can you guess what it is in this group? (it’s red)

I used these roses to make this wall-hanging. This is not quite the finished version, but very close to it. I left it rough in shape and slightly undone on purpose. My imperfectly unfinished angels – soaring together..

YES. She’s an angel now. And I can feel her presence. All around.

You’ve had someone close to you transition, right? Leave their body. And let their soul lift? All the memories flood back. And you know… they’re with you.

And I know you’re with me, if you’re reading this. And I feel so thankful to each of you. For being together in this way.

I feel blessed.