The people in my little tribe of healers suffered a loss yesterday. My friend Rachel passed away very suddenly. She went to the hospital with what she thought was the flu and was instead diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia. Three weeks later, which was yesterday, surrounded by her friends and loved ones, she died.
It’s been a shock to us. We are a community of healers and psychics after all.
How could we not see this coming?
How could we not “heal” her?
How could a person who truly helped so many people be taken from the world so early- plucked out of her life’s purpose right at the height of her power?
Grief is a swampy, bittersweet, mystical experience. Today I am in the swamp of it all. And yet I know there is often a divine plan that my mystified little mind can’t see at this moment. Later on, when the feelings have washed through me, I will see if I can sense the divine pattern at work.
After all, death is also a healing, the greatest initiation and the ultimate transformation.
Rachel has also been around to visit me a lot since she passed. She has had plenty to say about her process, the good and the bad of it. She was always brave and funny too.
Rachel, I honor you today. You are an amazing healer and you helped so many people. You are strong, brave and smart. Your kind heart and smirky sense of humor will stay with me forever.
May you find the peace, joy and love you seek.
May you find your way home.
