Maria Rosa joined the Fellowship of Friends April 7, 1992 in Buenos Aires, Argentinia.
Love is the seed that blossoms at our last breath.
Rumi
Cristina George
February 16, 2015 at 11:27 am
I treasure in my heart a sweet moment at the hospital when we looked at each other.
Her looking was angelic.
Hugo Ferraguti
February 16, 2015 at 6:28 am
I met her about 22 years ago and she taught me something I could only verify much later: when the body gets older, one’s observer keeps feeling the same. The One who observes has no age!
Myriam Borges
November 15, 2014 at 6:55 am
Maria Rosa was a rose in my life, my first Conscious Friend. She did not speak much at meetings, but when she spoke, everything vibrated!
I treasure in my heart a sweet moment at the hospital when we looked at each other.
Her looking was angelic.
I met her about 22 years ago and she taught me something I could only verify much later: when the body gets older, one’s observer keeps feeling the same. The One who observes has no age!
Maria Rosa was a rose in my life, my first Conscious Friend. She did not speak much at meetings, but when she spoke, everything vibrated!