My mother was a hippy, she practised transcendental meditation and yoga. In the 1970's she moved from the Caribbean to Canada in winter. She was pregnant with her second child. She spoke very little English and she was very isolated. She fell into a dark place, probably had a nervous breakdown and she started having visions of angels in the white snow. From then on she became devoutly Catholic and deeply spiritual, waking every morning very early to pray for hours, basically living a life in constant conversation with God. This video takes from audio recordings I made while talking to my mother.