95 thoughts on “Judy”

  1. Judy was a legend in her lifetime — she will remain a legend now she is no longer with us in her physical body. Judy was loved, admired, appreciated and respected across the Buddhist community and within her wide circle of friends. She was a leader, an inspiration and an accomplished yogini. A rare being. I honour her memory.

    1. Farewell
      Beautiful One
      see you next time
      and thank you for
      all the love and wisdom
      you offered to all of us
      fellow travelers
      this time
      and before we see each other again
      abide in nature of mind
      pure land
      without suffering

      P.S. Will miss you greatly.

  2. Dear Judy, you were a good friend to me. When I was new to the Dzogchen Community & felt unsure about things, yourself & Brian were supportive, encouraging & helpful to me in many ways.

    You were committed & feisty; larger than life! I miss you.

    Thank you for helping me to learn the Chöd practice well & for leading those wonderful retreats of Chöd & Rushen at Kunselling in the Winter. Thank you for the roast chickens stuffed with garlic! You did so much, but these things are what seems important between us.

    I’m, sure that we will meet again in some other cycle; bless you darling & goodbye.

  3. Judy was a wonderful friend, mother figure, mentor and Vajra sister. I think I speak for the whole Dzogchen community when I say that she is irreplaceable and that we will all be lost without her. Until we meet again, Judy . xxx

  4. Farewell Judy. So sudden and so unexplainable. You were a tower of energy and good humour. Managed the many Community affairs with grace and calmness. We will all forever remember your immense contribution. I am sure I thanked you many times before, but if its not too late, thank you again for all that you did in the service of the Dzogchen Community and Shang Shung Institute. And thank you for your warm and constant friendship. If only Chelsea and Belsize Park were closer . . . love Mark

  5. Very sad news came to us on the 26th March 2014, the loveliest Lady, Judith Allan, the best, and most loving dharma sister, faithful Lady, disciplined, loving servant, and dedicated student of Master Chögyal Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche for decades, has passed away after a very short illness.

    Judy will be missed as the Editor of the Dzogchen Journal U.K., and as director of the Dzogchen London, U.K. sangha of Chögyal Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche.

    Judy was so graceful, focused, loving and truly accomplished in the Dharma. She led many Mandāravā practices and yantra yoga sessions. Judy was, and is much loved by many people who will miss her presence dearly. It was always great to speak with Judy, she exuded confident compassion and no obstacle was too great.

    Our thoughts and prayers are with you Judy, as you continue your journey on the supreme path of the great perfection.

    Judy, thank you for all you have done for all of us! All of us who loved you, all of us who you have touched with your loving kindness, will miss you deeply.

  6. Although I haven’t seen Judy for many years, I remember with great fondness. My loving thoughts to those closest to her at this time.

  7. Sad news indeed and my memories of her and her vitality
    are flooding back now. Memories which stretch all the way back to the early 80ties.
    A great Dharma practitioner and compassionate being, she will be missed by many.

  8. What a marvellous inspiring being, Judy has brought streams of warmth, joy and light when alive and since her passage

    She continues to teach us how to live the teachings through her presence and total dedication

    Judy’s has manifested vast ability in communicating through spontaneous interest and a heart filled with compassion

    What a blessing to have shared the path with such a lovely being !

    Safe journey dear friend !

  9. I met Judy around 1982, maybe earlier. We became fast friends in Dzogchen Community retreats and when I would go to London from Italy while working with an English publisher on Women of Wisdom. There was a deep love between us and we were born within days of each other as was Jill Purce, the three if us had that bond. When she was really suffering after the end if her relationship with Lama Tharchin I was in touch with her by phone from Italy, it was a very hard time for her and she suffered a lot. And I was on the famous Kailash pilgrimage in 1988 that she and Brian organized. She really loved deeply and I hope she reunites with her beloveds on the other side somehow. She was was so devoted to Chogyal NamkhaI Norbu, he was the most important thing in her life. And she lived to practice and was diligent. It would be nice if there could be a memorial of her somehow with a bench or something at the gar in UK. You all there in UK are going to miss her presence in the community so much. I am very glad to have had time with her last year in Tenerife, we ate a lot of meals together and spent some time catching up. Oh Precious vajra sister, I will miss you. Why dud you go so soon?

  10. So sadly missed and such a tragic way to go.
    A heart of gold and a warm soul always
    Love and light Judy
    with lots and lots of love
    Di and Heather

  11. I’m really sad to hear of the passing of Judy, she was a well liked client and friend. She will be sorely missed. She was a brilliant character and I am so happy I got the chance to work with her and get to know her.

  12. A very lovely neighbour, I will miss chatting with her in the hall. She was a huge presence in our little neighbourhood in Belsize Park and was very kind and welcoming to me when I moved in. Very sad. X

  13. Judy’s loss will reverberate through our family for the rest of our lives. She was ‘other mother’ to Dolma and Luke and was deeply cherished. In all the years she has been a part of the family she missed only one Christmas gathering – we all missed each other and the shared celebration so much that we all promised it would never happen again! After Brian’s death Judy continued to be a support to me with growing teenagers and was always there to discuss my concerns and share the difficulties and challenges of raising a family without a father. I cannot begin to express how much she will be missed. I am so glad that we shared dinner on Saturday before her death, and had a deep heart to heart dialogue. Judy you graced our family and our lives and we loved you deeply, and know we were loved in return. You were such a vibrant and wonderful personality with a deep spirituality and a light has gone out in my life.

    1. So very sorry to hear of Judy’s sudden passing. From my first visit to London where I met Judy with Brian I always felt so welcomed by her. On that first visit I had my youngest daughter, 5 at the time, with me. Judy gave her a beautiful crystal which she still treasures. I enjoyed walks on the heath with Bella and her wonderful hospitality and great conversation. All of her new Zealand family miss her greatly.

  14. I see Judy in oversized necklace and ankle-length swishy skirt, sinewy and filled with both good sense and passion, brilliance in her smile. May all her dear friends and her family condole, and be consoled.

    I knew Judy briefly, deeply – glimpses at Dzogchen retreats in London, and then truly at the Chöd retreat in Tenerife where she and Diana and Dominic were the contingent from NW London. In autumn 2013 a free flat-sitting writer’s retreat in their neighborhood came my way and although I was most of the time the hermit I’d intended to be, I did get together with my two surviving friends. Judy had a precious bit of Dominic for me, and the when and where of the next Ganapuja, and the most important of her bestowals was nonmaterial, our sharing fraught and tender matters inside ourselves that it helped to sort out with another soul. And when she offered to read the personal essay I’d drafted, I discovered the truth of her reputation: she was a brilliant line editor for clarity and voice.

    Involvement and energy became her –kind to her neighbors, considerate of anyone’s feelings. She’d helped preserve her block on Haverstock Hill from demolition, and offered her knowledge to others with similar housing dilemma, a part of her bio I learned through overheard conversations at events we attended.

    Our friendship was relatively new – fresh and precious. Her last letter let me know about finalizing the new edition of ‘Beyond Words’ and that she’d let me know if she heard of a house sitting offer in NW London. To have those sweet times again, in a new season! Precious life. Precious time. I carry with me the light streaming into Judy’s sitting room as we curled on the sofa, her protective foxy Bella stretched on the carpet, Mandarava after Mandarava on the mantel. Her work for the London Shang Shung Institute and the UK Dzogchen Community was tireless. May her Already-Accomplished Wisdom continue to radiate.

  15. My wife Celia and I met Judy and Brian in 1994 at a Dzogchen retreat in a very wet yurt in Wales. There was an instant recognition, and we all began a wonderful and close friendship. Getting through Brian’s premature death brought us closer into the Allen/Beresford family, and in the years of recovery we had many adventures with Judy, including trips to Ireland, on pilgrimage in India and many Dzogchen retreats. I enjoyed her fearlessness and humour, based I could see in her real connection to the essence of her practice. Later, after losing Celia, also unexpectedly, we spent more reflective time together, and I grew in appreciation of her open, dedicated, loving and compassionate nature. Her death seemed a great loss and shock, but in my practice I see amongst all the dear ones who have passed, she retains the qualities that she developed in life, and is fearlessly dancing in bliss in that non-material dimension. Go well, my dear friend!

  16. Farewell Judy, I just shared a moment with Choegyal Namkhai Norbu about you in Dzamlingar. I asked him to feel you with me in his presence; and his heart was ever so open and filled with warmth. I experienced his compassion and sadness; for me, for you and for the loss for the Dzogchen Community, particularly in the UK.
    May you be in peace now.

  17. I haven’t seen Judy for a few years, but I have many vivid memories of her presence, warmth and generosity of spirit. One memory is of camping on the hillside at Merigar one Easter with my 15 year old son Ben (who now has a fifteen year old son of his own). Judy and Brian welcomed us to their fire-side, and we shared many meals under the star-filled night sky, with frost on our tents and the teachings in our hearts.
    Thank you Judy. Go well on your journey.

  18. Having been Judy’s neighbours for eight years, we could not have wished to have a more welcoming or caring person next door. She gave us such a wonderful “hello” when we arrived and she filled the house with warmth and joy. The children loved helping her to look after her plants in the entrance, or visit her in her entchanted flat. We will miss her greatly and won’t forget her good hearted spirit and her amazing presence ever. We are very sad and cherish her memory.

  19. I feel so sad that you have passed on and will really miss your blue shining eyes, the heartbeat of the community in london. I hope to see you again and again and again until we are all beyond limitations. Love Tom x

  20. Very dearest Judy
    I will miss you as the wonderful, dear, sweet, helpful, kind and compassionate and person who you were. Your light and tenderness shone into our community and irradiated out into the lives and worlds of many. It was a joy and privilege to have known you. I am happy indeed to have met you. May all blessings be with you.

  21. Such shocking news. I’ll miss you Judy, although in a strange way I don’t feel you’ve gone anywhere …

  22. Oh Judy, how could you go and die – don’t we all live for ever? You were there for me right from the very beginning, giving me refuge in your mad broken windowed Bloomsbury House with you and your friends – Lorena, Coxy….. Loyal, passionate, mad. You are the only person I know who heated up Creme Brûlée because it was a cold night. And you cracked my ribs by jumping on me when I said you had a terrible voice. I still can’t believe it, you have always been there in the back of my life, on my side, dear sister, an urban yogini, flamboyant Queen of the Dzogchen Community, a light has gone out.

  23. Judy was such a great, vibrant, generous woman. There’s a hole in existence for me with her passing and I’ll miss her enormously. Dear Judy, you were a fun friend and I thank you for your kindness and lightness.
    Travel well dear sister.

  24. Words can hardly express how highly I thought of you Judy.
    From my entry into the Dzogchen community you were always a good friend and an exemplary guide to the practices. Your advice was always sound and you listened with a true ear.
    You were in essence what a true Dzogchenpa should be, full of love for our Master and his Teachings and the Community which you served so diligently.
    A perfect Vajra Sister in every way.
    I can only believe that you have found the liberation you so richly deserve.
    Go well on your Journey

  25. Dearest Judy,

    Your time has come, your breath has ceased but the nature of your death, kind, lovely, fun, wise Dakini sister, teaches me so much about how to simply be,

    Enjoy your journey

    Gaynor x

  26. Dearest Judy,
    What adventures we had together over the years! As Tsultrim has said, the three of us were born days apart and it was an invisible bond, an irrevocably linked destiny. When I came back from Italy after my first retreat with Rinpoche in 1978, and told her I was bringing him to England, she was the first to be there to help. She held responsibility so effortlessly and with a such a light touch that no one realized she held it. Her seamless efficiency, diligence, certainty, benignity and goodness were leavened with delightful eccentricity. We went on many wild retreats together in India and very many years later when I had had married Rupert and had children, she became part of our family and like a god-mother to them and was part of their life from the beginning, joining us every year for Christmas without fail. She lived with us when Brian was dying, as we all took it in turns to chant the shitro to him at the Royal Free Hospital, maintaining a relay of continuous chant. The doctors and nurses were astonished that a death could be so conscious and joyful. Judy was a Force of Nature. What mysterious destiny her early death is fulfilling we may never know. What we do know is that she leaves a huge hole where she has lain in our hearts so sweetly and unforgettably. Thank you dear Judy, may your journey be truly blessed. Jill

  27. Although we never met I can see that Judith was a very special person and a great worker for the Dzogchen Community. I want to wish all her family and friends my deepest sympathy in these dark hours.
    Death is always a strange occurrence and not so easy to meet with but with the help of all in the Dzogchen Community she is in good hands.

  28. Very sad to hear of Judy’s passing. Our love and thoughts to all the family and those close to her.

    Trish Beresford and family xxx

  29. Dear Judy,

    You will be missed in the community, always so generous with your knowledge, welcoming to new practitioners.
    Your lovely flat was the first practice I ever went to, a lovely welcome with so much warmth.
    I remember a Puga with you when I had not been to a practice for a long time, just a small group of us at dear Doninics house, i will cheresh the memory. Much love to you on your journey.

    with much love

  30. Judy and I were very good friends for forty years and I feel bereft – but if anyone can get a good rebirth, I feel it will be Judy.

    We first met in 1974 at Judy’s karate dojo in the Malvern Road in Kentish Town. I was invited by Mary Finnegan (indeed – thank you again Mary) to come to some teachings to be given by some one called the Karmapa, translated by one Tulku Sogyal. This was one of the first occasions that Tibetan teachings were given in the UK and I think that just about everybody who was there (including Judy, Mary, Domenique Side and a bunch of the Cambridge students of Kangyur Rinpoche) has remained firmly in the Dharma ever since. Judy organised this – and in many ways it created the foundation for so much Dharma in this country. It all came from a scruffy little squat in Kentish Town. E MA HO! Come back soon Judy, with a new body but the same wonderful bodhisattva vision and energy.

    I am missing you enormously already…

  31. Well, where do I begin.I cannot recall the first time I met Judy. She seemed to be always there. The sadness I feel about not seeing her again brings tears to my eyes. I loved Judy and respected her, she’ s been a instrumental part of my development through her presence’s and the courses that she ran . She always showed a deep respect for me and showed her care for me on many levels. She cared very deeply about the U.K community and welcomed everyone. She was especially supportive to the youngster’s that went to London. I’ll always appreciate knowing Judy and I hope everything that she worked for will be of benefit to all living beings

  32. Joyce Petschek
    April 8, 2014
    The loss of Judy is being felt deeply by so many of us who cherished her spirit & spirituality, generosity & gentleness, constant kindness & care that she offered to all. A loving and devoted personal friend for more than 35 years, I cherish the memories of the many times spent together and the privilege of having known her. We shared so many experiences, so often both sacred and spiritual, and now with deep respect my heart surrounds Judy with an abundance of love and light on her present journey. Blessings.

  33. Dear Judy, I will always remember your warmth and hospitality when you welcomed me as a new member to the UK community, thank you. And thank you for everything you have contributed to the community.
    With love from John.

  34. Judy was a great friend to the small Irish Community and came over a few times to teach us Mandarava and Chod. Her idiosyncratic style, wonderful laugh and delightful Zimbabwean accent won us over. She was a matriach for the Community, a pivot around which many things turned and a disciplined practitioner. Go n-eiri an bothar leat from the grateful Irish Community. May you be in the Pure Lands and extend your compassion.

  35. It was such a surprise to hear of Judy’s passing. I met her in 1990 at my first retreat in Merigar. Her warmth and vivacious presence are always remembered. Although our paths did not often cross, I am glad we got to know each other better at the small santi maha sangha level IV retreat in Merigar 2008. I have endless respect for the strength of her devotion and dedication to practice. There are few who can manifest the kind of bedrock of strength that she did over the years, particularly for the UK Community. Her presence will surely be missed by all.
    Lidian King

  36. Carissima Judy,
    the news of your leaving came as a shock, but I know you are already dancing and laughing with the dakinis. I will always cherish your warmth, kindness, generosity and wisdom, qualities that helped me find courage and strength at a very difficult time. I will sorely miss you on the path ahead, and will look forward to meeting you again soon, in whatever dimension possible. Until then, dance and shine on, my dear vajra sister!

  37. I met Judy Allen in London in the late 80’s through my association with Wisdom Publications where I then worked. It was a time also when politicized individuals within the dharma silos converged in the formation of the London Tibet Support Group. Judy impressed me as a bright light, a friendly and interesting woman who was multi-faceted, gutsy and inspired.

    In the several times I spent with her we quite quickly identified our common ground beyond the dharma and the politics of Tibet. We were both runaway ex-pats from large sun-drenched continents in faraway places – Judy from South Africa and I from Australia. Both of those had a particular flavor for us as places of extraordinary wild beauty and joy but also as places that had cast some long dark shadows in our memories.

    Our minds met in a conjunction of understanding the pain and loss of what we’d left behind with the celebration of being in London and discovering our extraordinary teachers and the Dharma. Judy really understood.

    I now live in Sydney and I hadn’t really expected to see Judy again (or not), but when I heard of her death last week through a Sydney Dzogchen Community friend (Alathea), I felt myself very quickly re-united with her – as a good friend and vajra sister, one whom I felt had experienced a ‘good’ – albeit – early death; as a practitioner who in death was able to realize the benefits of her fine practice and of a full life well-lived.

    Go very well Judy.

  38. Dearest Judy,
    traveling together in Tibet in 1988,
    having fun and many interesting talk during several retreats in Merigar,
    eating your lovely dinner you cooked for me during my staying in Kunseling,
    setting up the Shang Shung Institute UK together with you and being both directors of the SSI UK,
    staying in your house enjoying your kindness,
    singing and practicing together during the Umdze training in Dzamlingar just a few dreams ago where we hugged each other for the last time.
    Miss you.
    Thank you for everything.
    Have a good time,
    Oliver Leick

  39. Dear Judy,
    You were so often at retreats at Kunselling, it’s hard to imagine them without you there. I felt included in the community by you when I first started to come. You always took care of new people. I remember your laughing dancing joyful presence. Go well, Penny

  40. Mike Farmer mentioned the extraordinary visit of HH the 16th Karmapa to the Polytantric on Malden Road, Kentish Town in 1974. This happened because a group of squatters (including Judy and me) asked Akong Rinpoche if the Karmapa would come to bless the recently completed karate dojo at the Polytantric, which was a squatting community centre. To our absolute astonishment he agreed to come the same evening, so we only had a few hours to prepare. The whole community swung into action to turn a very scruffy building into a place fit to receive His Holiness. Jack Taghioff designed and printed a flyer — a contingent of squatters letter box dropped them into every house in the neighbourhood. The dojo was magically transformed into a Tibetan temple, complete with altars, a throne, oriental rugs, throws and wall coverings, brocade cloths, thangkas and assortment of bells, dorjes and damarus. Judy and I set off in my mini van to find flowers. It was mid winter and there were not a lot around. We stopped wherever we saw a flowering tree or plant and asked the householder if we could have a small spring. I drove, Judy requested with her inimitable charm. We ended up at Highgate Cemetery, where the caretaker allowed us to snitch some flowers from the graves. We returned to the Polytantric a few minutes before the Karmapa was due to arrive with the back of the van piled high with flowers. Within minutes they were carried in and placed around the dojo and in the entrance. The Karmapa was a big man — a very big man both physically and in his presence. The stairs to the dojo were rickety to put it mildly. I stood at the top to greet him as he arrived. The stairs creaked ominously as he ascended — but to my great relief they held up. The Karmapa and his monks did the Mahakala puja, the karate teacher did a display. the dojo was packed tight with people and there was an overflow crowd in the street below. Then His Holiness and his retinue left and as quickly as the dojo had been decorated, the precious objects were retrieved by their owners and a unique event was over. Some time later the Polytantric was demolished, but work stopped half way through — to reveal a giant multi coloured Buddha painted on the wall of what used to be the dojo. It was visible for several months.

  41. I really can not imagine a world without Judy in it. Judy was like a second Mom and sister to me.
    Like most in the community her home was a family home to me. I am so grateful to have stayed with her for as long as I did. I will treasure all the time that I was fortunate to have with her. I will miss her solid presence in the community; our naughty missions to Columbia Road, wonderful dinners, our Shang Shung work and gossipy chats. Am so thankful for all of her grounding, support and love. Will always love and miss her!

  42. So sudden, so unexpected…
    With a bitter taste of sadness at the back of the throat and blinking eyes filling up with tears,
    I regret your departure and miss you very much.
    It hurts…

    Dear Vajra Sister,
    I hope we will continue our journeys to enlightenment and self-liberation in many other lives together.
    With love

    Kristina Portas

  43. Dear Judy, right from my first days in the Dzogchen Community you were such a source of warmth and support. You had a huge generosity of heart and spirit and an inimitable way of making people feel welcome and feel special. I will always especially remember how much support you gave us on an almost daily basis when Hela was very ill in 2004/5 and the affection you never failed to express. May the Buddhas, Dakas and Dakinis bless you, may you always be in their presence. Will miss you enormously. With much love, Francis

  44. Like others I was shocked to receive the news of Judy’s passing.
    She had been a Matriach figure to me since first meeting Judy on my first ever Dzogchen retreat with Rinpoche at Merigar in 2008.
    I wish to send many thanks to Judy for being a support and confidence builder to the completely new student I was.
    Also for her clear explanations of practice, particularly illuminating the practice of Mandarava. As well as tirelessly organising Shang Shung events – I particularly remember a very enjoyable Tibetan Calligraphy course at Chalk Farm.

    I will very much miss you,
    Wishing you well on your journey,
    All my love,
    Candida xxx

  45. Happy Trails dear Judy.
    I’m sure your journey will be a blessed one.
    So happy to have met you in this life.

  46. Ah Judy, I knew her for such a short time, but felt as all of her friends have, a deep connection that was truly a blessing, she shines so bright, a true angel and a compassionate soul that will remain with me forever. I am so thankful she was in my life. My deepest condolences to her family and friends. With much love.

  47. Dear Judy,
    I haven’t seen you for years and years but you were an important part of my life in the early years of the Dzogchen Community when I was living with Nina in Jeffrey’s Street. After the retreat at the ‘Cambodian Embassy’ when weekly practice started at our house I was, at first, cynical about what everyone was doing and also a bit intimidated, especially by you. But your honesty, normality and conviction changed that and changed my attitude and I quickly joined in and became part of the family.

    The Community was, for me, the family that I had never experienced as a child or teenager. Full of tussles and frictions but held together by love and commitment. You were like my elder sister, bossy and opinionated but strong, clear and aware. With a conviction that I could never find but yearned for. Someone I looked up to, mocked behind your back but ultimately respected and loved.

    You are an example to me of someone whose qualities have been alchemically transmuted through commitment and practice – transforming into leadership, vision and action. You have made something solid with your life and, whether we are reborn or not, you live on in the effect you have had on us.

    Thank you Judy.

  48. Dear Judy,
    May your travels be perfectly peaceful. We are all so grateful to you for all you loving kindness and devotion for so many years.
    I always remember that you wore red lipstick ! And so it seemed that all was allowed . And so it is.

    So many prayers for you. Kate x

  49. I am sorry. I did not know Judy and am not a member of her community but I did meet her a few times.

    Looking at the younger photo of Judy she reminds me of someone I knew years ago, still do. Perhaps it was her.

    I am sorry.

  50. Dearest Dharma Sister,
    Our lives touched in crucial places and times, like when you walked into my natural food shop in Hay on Wye when you were working for Richard Booth. In India you did a retreat in my house at Sherabling and I walked in one very hot day after meeting the Shabdrung, almost speechless with exhaustion. You were there for me then, and I was there for you later with Lama Tarchin.
    After the traumas and dramas wore down with the dharma, we shared glasses of wine and reflections by the fire. Your flame burned passionately for many years, but not long enough. You were always there. Where have you gone?
    ”A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightening in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream”.
    Go with love and dance with the dakinis.
    Naomi Levine

  51. I remember her from the first time I was in Merigar at the very beginning in 1981 and every time she would return to follow Rinpoche’s Teachings. In particular I was struck by her sudden departure as we were sitting near each other in Damnlinggar in february, sharing the sheets of the tibetan songs and singing along together …….what to say? There are no words.

  52. Judy,
    A true sister. An open-hearted friend. A beautiful dancer of the Vajra Dance.
    Thank you.
    Go n-eiri an bothar leat = May the road rise to meet you.
    Agnes O’Shea

    1. Dearest Judy,

      You were always of such great comfort, on our pilgrimage to Kailas, and after, when it was so hard to re-enter normal life. You always seemed to me to have the wind of those vast spaces in your hair, ready for the next adventure.

      Those days we spent together on the cliff’s edge of Dzogchen Beara in Ireland in 1997, were magical as well, and every talk we ever had I felt your heart listening with such sincere compassion.

      There was much about the nurse in you, bandaging the wounded on the battlefield of samsara. And I will be forever grateful, dear. You never did things in half-measure, but with both feet, both hands, and heart and mind all in. You were like a fire in the hearth of well-seasoned wood, that did not smoke or sputter or go out and need to be re-lit, but burned brightly and gave off constant warmth. I think of you when I remember the Dzogchen view of passion: “The more wood, the brighter the fire.”

      I’ll be looking for you in my dreams.
      Thank you for all you brought into this dimension,
      and shared with me.


  53. Judy was my very first point of contact with Tibetan buddhism. She welcomed me, a complete stranger, into her home where I received an empowerment from Rinpoche via the web that started me on the buddhist path. I will never forget that, thank you Judy.
    With love Bruce.

  54. Love you sweetheart and always will. Have missed you terribly since you made your great escape.

    We are all born with amnesia, forgetting who we are and the Home we transit from as embodied spirits, here to play out our parts in this fragmentary drama of life. But for us there never really were any dramas to play out, and we simply had the privilege of spending a thousand hours alone together, soul to soul in that shrine-room of the heart. And for this kind of intimacy and redemption there can only be pure gratitude and a love that endures beyond this realm of time, space and concepts.

    May you soar within the great immaculate nakedness of your own innate awareness, being of light and light of being, knowing full well that death can be God orgasm when you’ve spent your entire life in divine foreplay.

    Love you, true and faithful friend, forever repaying the kindness of each other ……

    Robert xxxxxxx

    “On the day I die, when I’m being carried towards the grave,
    Don’t weep. Don’t say, ‘He’s gone. He’s gone.’
    Death has nothing to do with going away.
    The sun sets and the moon sets, but they’re not gone.

    Death is a coming together, and although the tomb looks like a prison,
    It’s really release into union.
    The human seed goes down into the ground
    Like a bucket into the well where Joseph dwells.

    It grows, and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
    Your mouth closes with a sigh here and immediately
    Opens with a shout of joy there.”

    (Rumi’s last verses)

  55. Judy I associate you with huge kindness and open heartedness.

    A friend whose warm welcome never reffered to intervening years when we did not meet.
    But gave me the feeling of being valued and that no time had passed.
    Generous, Fearless, sometimes vulnerable,
    A lover of life, what an inspiration!
    Thankyou x

  56. So saddened by your passing, Judy. You were my first contact with the Community in 2006, and were so warm and welcoming, and patient with my newcomer’s questions. I’ll miss you, your warm, balanced, sceptical, ironic, spontaneous, sensitive, heartful, crazy presence – a wonderful combination of head and heart. The UK Community has lost such a sustaining force. Go well, dear Judy – thank you for so much – may we Dance again one day together on the ground of the Dakinis.


  57. It is with great sadness that we heard of judy’s passing and send our love and condolences to all her family and friends especially Dolma and Luke. As Brian’s parents we consider ourselves fortunate to meet Judy several times when we came to london and have happy memories of the time we spent with and Brian. We loved them both and are so glad we knew Judy and were able to share good times and outings with them. Lovely Judy with the big glasses, the big smile and always the big welcome. You will be missed by so many people and we cherish the memories we have of you. Love from June and Charles

  58. Dear Friends,
    I had the great honour of knowing Judy from before the time of the first retreat in London with Chogyal Namkhai Norbu, and have been her near neighbour for many years, my own London home being literally only a couple of minutes walk away just around the corner from her flat on Haverstock Hill.

    I’m only in London for part of each year, but whenever I was here I often saw Judy in the local streets and shops as well as at Dzogchen Community or Shang Shung Institute events, and when I walk around the local area now, I still keep expecting to see her with Bella on her lead, waving at me from the other side of the road before crossing over to give me her news.

    The last few times I saw Judy was at several meetings that were recently held to discuss the possibility of creating a London Centre for the Dzogchen Community, a project about which she was a very enthusiastic. As many of the posts on this web page bear witness, Judy personally did so much as an individual to bring people together and to keep them in touch with each other, and no one individual will easily replace her. If a project for a London Centre could be achieved it would help to fill that void and would be a fititng to tribute to her tireless devotion.

    At a time like this, it is natural that many of us who have written here are thinking about the past, but an awareness of impermanence also reminds us to think about what we we will leave for those who follow us in the future. For anyone who doesn’t already know this, Amely Becker is leading a London Project Group to take this forward, and she would be glad of any help, suggestions, or contributions.

    John Shane

    (Please forgive me if you find that the poem I have added below is over long for this memorial page, but I’m posting it here straight after having written it, contrary to my normal practice. I wrote it for Judy, turning my thoughts to her and recalling for myself in my own words in my own language something of the essence of the meaning of the teachings that were so central to her life and through which so many of us were linked to her. I hope that you will forgive the fact that it’s still in such a raw form as I haven’t yet had time to leave it alone for a while before coming back to it to edit and compress it. The formating of the lines has also had to be adapted to fit the way this WordPress webpage is set up).



    It’s hard to comprehend that this eye
    that seems to look at an apparent world ‘out there’
    will someday cease to see

    It’s harder still to fully grasp
    the deeper meaning of the fact that this apparent ‘I’
    that feels its own presence
    with such certainty will someday simply
    cease to be

    But just as my bodily eyes saw you, Judy, so, too,
    the deeper ‘I’ of who I really am
    also saw the deeper ‘you’,
    and the deeper ‘you’ also saw the deeper ‘me’

    And so we often laughed together
    at each other’s everyday pretences
    because of what we both knew
    that we knew

    No matter what confusion the world
    momentarily manifested for us,
    no matter what our worldy situation,
    in these latter years of our long friendship
    we always met in mutual recognition

    Whether we were out walking in the rain on Primrose Hill
    Or in the scruffy little Tesco’s supermarket here
    on blessed England’s Lane
    Or outside the bank, in Belsize Park where I would often
    bump into you while I was rushing up the street
    to get to the station to catch a downtown train

    It didn’t matter where we met,
    I always felt your love was one and the same,
    even though I sometimes also felt your underlying pain

    And now that you’re gone
    leaving us all diminished here
    wondering how we will carry on,
    I wish these words I write
    had the power to bring you back again

    But as we are all somehow bound,
    so are we all each somehow freed,
    and when I remember your many good deeds
    and feel the power that comes
    from such well-planted positive seeds,
    even though I still feel a sense of loss
    at your having passed on so soon,
    I know there there really is no need

    Though my surprise and grief are not over yet
    I try to let go of you without regret

    Even though my heart still feels bruised,
    in my sadness, I am not confused

    I know there never, ever, really was a fixed
    and separate ‘you’ to lose

    And though the illusory ‘I’ may grieve
    for the apparent ‘you’ that my earthly eyes can no longer see,
    the pristine awareness of the natural state reminds me
    that there never, ever, really was or ever will be
    any such thing as a fixed and solid entity
    behind this curiously persistent sense
    that there is a truly existent, separate ‘me’

    There only ever is one seamless web
    in the interdependent nature of reality

    Aware of which, awake in the moment each instant
    (in fact, this very instant..! )
    we can find the true meaning of the word ‘eternity’

    All things change, it’s true, but from the point of view
    of the state of pure instantaneous presence
    time only seems to pass, the world only seems
    to go on rushing by

    And when I still see you so clearly in my mind’s
    innermost eye,
    and am moved to want to give you one last kiss
    to say ‘goodbye’,
    I am reminded to ask myself this:

    When we cease utterly indulging in
    our habitual tendency to falsely identify,
    in what sense does anyone
    truly exist
    who could ever really ‘die’….?

    When, either in life, or in what we know as ‘death’,
    the heart opens
    - even if it was once held as tightly closed
    as a hand made into a fist -
    the clear light of pure awareness arises for us all
    like the sun that was always there only temporarily obscured by clouds or by the morning mist

    I know how deeply you understood this

    So may you now rest in
    the brilliant radiance
    of the natural state
    and know bliss

    1. Thank you, John for your lovely memories and poem for Judy. I feel so fortunate to have spent a most lovely day on the cusp of spring in Kew Gardens with Judy and Des admiring the crocus and trees and birds, oh and the orchids. We were in London for 10 days or so visiting Nyima who is living there.

      I hope all is well with you.


  59. Dear Judy, barely known to me, but in your passing and remembering the brief times spent with you, realising what a deep place your presence has left on me. I will miss you.

  60. Deay Judy

    I only met you once at the 10 th anniversary of Kunselling. It was a lovely afternoon and evening and I remember your warmth and generosity. You and another woman demonstrated the movement dance on the concrete circle. There were supposed go be more people to do this but they were not all there and you just got on with it with great spirit. We talked a bit later on and you were making the evening meal and putting in so much energy getting everything right. I managed eventually to get you to go outside with a glass of wine and relax for a bit whiIe I helped finish the cooking. It was that love and care and the letting go and making everyone so welcome that I remember. I am saddened by your leaving and feel for your family and many friends, however, I know from that one meeting that your fire burnt very brightly and helped many a traveller along the path. For this we were all truly blessed. Thank you. Love Sandy

  61. My colourful next-door neighbour Judy
    Nearly every day I walked by your
    Generously open window
    A wash of bright colours flooding out
    Ah—such a connoisure of beauty!
    Soooo terribly busy but at the same time
    radiating the leisurerly composure of a forgotten age
    What a robust heart—I’m sure it’s still beating somewhere
    I expected to see you at 95
    Marching up and down Haverstock Hill with Bela
    Still fermenting plans, projects, intrigues
    But instead I am left with your luscious flamboyant memory and
    Two wonderful things you taught me:
    Roast chicken on a bed of garlic
    And the secret ingredient of a great vinaigrette:
    maple syrup!

  62. judy,
    we received wonderful teachings from dujom r togther;
    through you i met (and got to translate) namkhai norbu;
    you cooked memorable garlic dish garnished with a bit of chicken (washed down with lots of wine);
    your friendship in england and after i left for italy was an inspiration;
    the uk community will sorely miss you;
    i miss you more each day
    see you in sukhavati

  63. When I moved to London as an eighteen-year-old undergraduate my mother recommended I meet Judy. They had been neighbours in India over thirty years ago in Tso Pema, a holy place in northern India particularly sacred to Tibetan Buddhists where they spent several months meditating in austere hillside cells. Judy’s deep-seated interest in spirituality and introspection continued throughout her life, as testified by her personal practice and by her organizing and conducting countless meditation retreats. Indefatigable in her voluntary work, she spearheaded the Shang Shung Institute UK, dedicating herself selflessly to the preservation, study and dissemination of traditional Tibetan culture. She succeeded wonderfully in the complex liaising and organization of joint events with universities, mellowing and charming the usually prickly and unpredictable academics with her enthusiasm and intellectual curiosity.

    Judy was pure fun. Full of life with her smashing red lipstick, dressed in velvet trousers, a Russian fur hat and cowgirl boots, and ornamented with huge bright rings and necklaces, she would take long walks on Hampstead Heath accompanied by her incessantly barking, tail-wagging, growling dog, the eccentric couple walking up and over the ridges.

    As I learned later Judy had, as one might suspect, a very colourful youth, bringing to mind the main character in Graham Green’s Travels with My Aunt. Besides her kindness, roast chicken and a contagiously joyful outlook on work and life another thing I will remember with great affectionat was her positive thinking and encouragement: I felt Judy had a trust in me that others rarely (probably justifiably) grant me. She showed a quasi-maternal caring, something very rare in fast-paced, self-centered and competitive London. She would periodically invite me to one of her wonderfully extravagant meals, like her trademark “sixty-garlic chicken” (yes, a chicken cooked with sixty garlic cloves!) where, with wine and well-intentioned words, she would persuade me to see beyond academic frontiers and restore my belief in my capacities.

    The sudden loss of a hard-working, energetic and positive person is particularly tragic but it is also a reminder for us to stop and look at ourselves and how and why we do things. She worked tirelessly for what she believed in and did it efficiently and gracefully. An era has died with Judy, but may her beautiful, extraordinary life be an example to us all and a reminder to enjoy life’s every moment in good spirits.

  64. Dear Judy,

    I met you on the Vajra Dance mandala in a wet Yurt on the rolling green Welsh hills at my first retreat with Namkhai Norbu in 1994. I knew at once that this was my Teacher and I was endlessly impressed by His sangha. You and Geoffrey helped me to learn the practices. I remember many Gana Pujas with 20 or more people packed into your small front room! Over the years we have shared so much. It hasn’t always been easy but we always respected and appreciated each other.

    The last time I saw you, you presented me with a big original photograph of Rinpoche at the London retreat. A gift of thanks that now hangs in pride of place on my wall.

    My deep feeling of warmth and gratitude to you is completely unchanged by your untimely passing. But you will be sorely missed.


  65. In our golden days, Judy introduced me to Karate. She was a brown belt. Training was at the Friends of the Western Buddhist Order in Archway, with Sensei Nagaboshi. I was keen on Tibet having wandered there. When I built my bike, she was my first pillion and we went to Scotland where I dropped her and the bike while parking on the gravel.
    Judy was organising many events and asked me and friends at the Polytantric to provide an escort of honour for a young Rinpoche, flying in at Heathrow. We assembled half a dozen bikes and the sidecar with a dog inside, with white scarves for the Tulku. The sidecar was decked out with flower garlands for the Lama if he fancied a ride. As our escort was leaving, crowds had gathered at the Friends of the Western Buddhist Order to welcome the emissary from Tibet. At Heathrow it turned out the Rinpoche was 25 and there was a limo and we were to be outriders. The limo was going very slowly and after half an hour we broke away and arrived at the Friends, where the crowds cheered the sidecar, except that instead of the Lama, Douglas the dog got out. I had to apologise and mentioned Zen. A decade later I found a text in the canon called “Has a dog the Buddha nature” and told her about it, she was amused.
    We thought up the Karmapa invitation to bless the Dojo at the Polytantric and it became a miracle with many friends getting together the event in the space of a few hours. The Karmapa arrived at the Polytantric with 20 monks. We were told in advance he was 20 stone and built him a sturdy low seat. In the welcoming ceremony, our Sensei performed a Kata and offerings were given. The Karmapa then did the Black Hat Ceremony for about three hours, with the red and the black pills. One is for longevity, the other is ashes of the past Karmapa. It is said that seeing the Black Hat once is sufficient to leave rebirth, I have seen it 3 times. The last was in Paris, and when the Hatbox opened, I saw demons flying out of it while the Gwalya Karmapa held the Hat down for a terrifying crescendo.
    Judy established the Tibetan community in London and spread the light. She was a wonderful person and I think enlightened. A couple of years ago I heard that there were 2 new Karmapas. I asked her and she told me the communists have got their own one. The buried Tibetan city she discovered should be named after her.
    Since she has been gone, the light has got dimmer.

  66. Sad condolences from all at Drukpa UK for our beloved dharma sister Judy – always a pleasure to work with and a great inspiration to us all

  67. Judy was a beloved vajra sister and dear friend. When news of her sudden death came to us in Dzamlingar I was left reeling. She had been there just a few weeks earlier, attending the Umdze course and was in great spirits, warm and positive as always, full of energy, speaking of all the ongoing plans and projects for the Shang Shung Institute UK.

    Judy was passionately loyal and devoted to Rinpoche and the teachings. Kind and generous with everyone, fierce when necessary, this yogini also had the power and skill to make things happen – organizing retreats, practices, seminars, conferences and book launches, creating a bridge with the academic world. She was for all of us the heart of the English Dzogchen Community.

    I have many fond memories of Judy over the years, ever lively and fun loving, brave and strong, at retreats in England and Italy, traveling to India, meeting up in Tashi Jong and Dharamsala, bicycling all over Kathmandu valley, and on pilgrimage in Tibet.
    Among all the images the one of her emerging from her cave in Tso Pema particularly stands out. Everybody there invariably wore rubber flip-flops and a dusty chuba, but she walked sprightly down the mountain (no road at that time), impeccably turned out with her trusty bright red lipstick, a crisp white blouse and flouncy long skirt, a belt enhancing her perfect hour-glass figure, holding a dainty white parasol. We had tea with the schoolteacher of Rewalsar, a courteous, well spoken man who had been sent up from Delhi to teach the village children in this remote outpost. He was very taken, in fact totally smitten with her! It was a most charming scene to behold, right out of the Raj.

    I was so looking forward to going to Kunselling with Judy. I am sorry that will never happen. All those who knew her and appreciated her qualities are left at a loss.

  68. I haven’t seen Judy for decades, but I have thought of her often, and remember her well. Sad news, that we lose her presence.

  69. We drifted apart but I thought you would always be around… one of those dharma girl ancient sky walkers flying in.

    Without warning you are gone.
    I am selfishly sorry to never again meet Judy Allen.

    1. Marie,
      Where are you now, and how are you, think of you and I in Rome, finding our way in motherhood and dzch community expats. wild women. Are you still practicing calligraphy and married to Ted?

  70. Dear Judy

    On retreat in 1985 at Tolu Gompa in Nepal

    A walk up together that fills me with smiles & laughter in remembering

    Camping in a half destroyed building courtesy of Maoist insurgents

    Crouched around our camp fireplace – slightly breathless in the thin air

    Under the infinite canopy of starred great mountains

    In quiet comes the music of myriad bells singing


    said Judy

    “We’re in the dimension of Guru Rinpoche!”

    A pack of sturdy harnessed ponies passing through the night.

    Judy – now you are in that dimension.

    Remembered with tears, love and laughter – we miss you.

    Jim & Penny xxx

  71. Judy, you were always graceful, gracious and welcoming! Sad I did not see more of you in recent years. I shall miss your presence on Haverstock Hill, but I know your serious dharma practice will carry you safely onwards wherever your journey takes you!
    Sorry I shall not be there to send you on your way, but I shall be praying for you…
    ‘Gate gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi svaha!’

  72. Judy has been such a central figure in the UK Dzogchen Community and her house such a central place of practice that her unexpected and sudden demise has been stunning and has deeply driven home the truths of impermanence and death. I hope she has gone on to some pure dimension. Bye bye Judy. May we meet again in prosperity and boon.

  73. I said a tearful farewell to you today Judy

    Another day
    We will eat meat
    Drink wine again
    Sing and Dance
    And play the Drum

    Another day
    Another life

    Bon Voyage


  74. I was lucky enough to have met Judy through our dogs, only over the past 18 months or so. You could say I was unlucky to have known her for such a short while but I consider myself incredibly lucky to have known her at all. For it is luck and good fortune that bring someone into your life – be it for a fleeting minute, a year or a lifetime – and when that person makes an impact on your life, you will carry them in your heart forever and time becomes both timeless and infinite.

    Judy had that priceless gift of making you feel that she truly cared. She was attentive, thoughtful, engaging and profoundly intelligent. This I knew from the few conversations we shared whilst walking our dogs. She and Bella will be sadly missed on the heath – they were always such an elegant looking pair.
    My thoughts are with her family and friends at this time.

    Love and light,


  75. Good bye Judy, for now. I can’t quite believe you are gone, and I hope to meet you again, in another life, another dimension.
    Precious vajra sister, you are already so much missed. Thank you for being consistently such a beacon of courage, commitment and friendship. Remembering too your elegance, humour, and laughter.
    With thoughts of love to all family and friends,

  76. Big hat
    Big shades
    Big breasts
    Big heart
    Eyes sharp and wise
    Sharp nose like a fox missing nothing
    Mouth like a rosebud bright pink or red,
    Not quiet.

    I see you like a drawing by Quentin Blake
    with quick strong lines
    Joyful and quirky
    Dancing on pointed boots
    Dog at your heels
    Juggling rainbows, bottles, flowers, pen, chicken ….
    (or a leg of lamb: I once drove at your command
    to Brecon for red currant jelly).


    You must be as surprised as everyone that you are dead
    This was not in the plan
    Judy Judy Judy!
    RW 26/3/14

    From Phil Craze:
    I was privileged enough to enjoy Judy in full flow during several Karma Yoga retreats. Cooking, holding court and sorting everything out: she was magnificent. I always left Kunselling renewed.
    What a woman!

  77. The first time I met Judith she was washing up plates at Chatsworth Road in Kilburn after a Buddhist’s meeting in 1975.
    In 1975 a few survivors from the Prince of Wales Road squat of 1971 came to occupy one of a row of Edwardian houses and purpose built flats in Kilburn threatened with demolition, with the aim of hosting a centre for Buddhism. Over a few months the house became home for a Nyingma tradition ‘Orgyen Chö Ling’, established with the assistance of Sogyal Rinpoche. The same house served as an assembly place and parliament for the one hundred and fifty squatters in the road. Before the eventual demolition of the row and after negotiations with the council, Brent offered rehousing for anyone who was about to be displaced. A good number of mainly young people at the beginning of their working life, including young professionals such as schoolteachers and nurses, were rehoused, a significant benefit to the local community.
    I didn’t take up the rehousing offer, instead I moved into Judith’s squatted flat in Raydon Street just south of Highgate Cemetery. There was a gap in the fence, and Judith sometimes slipped into the cemetery to meditate. Raydon Street 1976 was at the end of an era. There was a Friends of the Western Buddhist Order somewhere down the road, there was a centre for ‘Est’ (I don’t know what ‘Est’ is, and I don’t think I want to) in the street next to the pub that did lock-ins (that I did want to), two doors away there was a defunct protestant hall, ‘Freedom Hall’ with a proto-punk band that practiced weekends, and next door was a Sufi group that whirled on Sundays.
    I stripped out and painted the sitting room at Raydon Street and it served as a home to Orgyen Chö Ling before it relocated to Kilburn. Judith organized ceremonies on Sundays, beginning a tradition of do-it-yourself sit-togethers that carried through the rest of her life. Her flat served as a temporary home to a number of Buddhist practitioners and scholars, with Mike Farmer in the end room, and Sogyal Rinpoche and subsequently Keith Dowman in the five sided room, with polythene glazed but fully operating sash windows, a piece de resistance in the squatting tradition. One of the high points in that period was a camping trip made in the company of Maria Reiche, together with a young American student whose name I don’t recall, and with Tristram Hull. We toured the stone circles of Devon and Cornwall from the back of a Land Rover. Judith and Tristram had packed a fullish canteen of china and plate, and I particularly remember a huge fish (how did she cook it?) served from a huge oval dish (how did she pack it?) camped out round a fire in a field next to Boscawen-Un, West Cornwall (Maria Reiche wasn’t a big eater, she lived on orange juice and milk mixed together, and went off to make measurements at dawn with a cardigan over her head, sleeves knotted under the chin).
    When the flat in Raydon Street was about to be demolished I registered with a short-life housing association, and Judith and I were taken in by friends who were renting a cottage near Crickhowell in South Wales, and they lent us a little powder blue Vauxhall called ‘Flossie’ to drive over the mountain each day to work at Richard Booth’s bookshop in Hay-on Wye, where Judith helped arrange one of Booth’s so-called ‘independent kingdom’ celebrations. My tenure at Booth’s shop didn’t last long, and I returned to London to fix up the first of a number of short life houses in North London. Judith stayed on for a while with her friend Lorena in Booth’s country house Brynmellin.
    Eventually Judith and Lorena joined me in Kentish Town, and then in a wonderful Georgian terrace house in Burton Street south of Euston. I don’t recall whether Namkai Norbu had already visited London (first invited by Jill Purce) at this stage, but there was a retreat (of sorts) held in the squatted premises of the Guild of Transcultural Studies, St John’s Wood, in 1979, and again in 1980, and the middle four floors of Burton Street became a guest house for Italian practitioners. Towards the end of the Burton Street period Judith and Lorena went off to India together. It must have been winter because it was dark as we walked over to Belgrove Street, just south of King’s Cross, for the eight o/clock bus, Belgrove Street to North India, direct.
    Some weeks later Burton Street folded and I moved house to Woodsome Road, near Parliament Hill Fields, the last of the houses that I fixed up for Judith and I to share. I can’t remember when she got back to England, but she was back in time for the Easter retreat with Namkai Norbu at Horrorbridge in Devon. It snowed. I imagine this was the retreat at which the organizational lines of what became the Dzogchen community were laid down.
    Perhaps Judith went off to India again because I don’t recall her being at the Dzogchen retreat in North Norfolk. It was on Robin Coombe’s land along the bank of the Glaven, there was a bridge with a shallow pool upstream where you could swim very slowly and hold your place in the current. Keith Payne made the arrangements, there was a ceremonial path lined with cut saplings, there was a sauna, there was a catering tent from which I got a bottle of wine at 3 in the morning… The teaching was from inside a big top (Keith happened to have one). The seating was on straw bales with Norbu seated at the east end. The tent walls south to north wasn’t put up, so there was a view of hedgerow, hill, clouds, and evening sun. You could lie on the bales with your back to Norbu (he didn’t seem to mind) and drift in and out of the teaching while resting in the view. The only teaching I remember was a meditation involving the four elements. My take on the message was, you can create and practice your own meditation yourself.
    Whilst Judith was at Woodsome Road what had become a London Dzogchen Community used to meet up there. Judith used a back room to practice dark retreat. Later she went off to India for a long spell, and when she returned it was to somewhere else in London.
    She told me she fell in love with the idea of Tibet and with Buddhism while she was at boarding school in Zimbabwe. What books she was reading I don’t know, but OUP re-issued the Evans-Wenz version of the ‘Tibetan Book of the Dead’ in 1960, maybe that was one of them. Perhaps there were some travel books as well, I like to imagine Gertrude Bell… Judith was a traveler in external space, and she travelled internal space as well. If there is an afterlife along the Tibetan model she is as well practiced to navigate as anyone might be.

  78. So go well, dear Judy. I want to celebrate the lovely, generous and very special person and dear friend I knew for just a few short years. Your radiant and welcoming energy made so many things happen, and brought so many people in. You were just there for so many of us. I was so glad to have been invited to have some small part in the Shang Shung project that you were so instrumental in setting up. This is the moment when we have to step up to the mark and find ways to build on your work without you. I shall miss you so much, but feel blessed by the times I did have with you. I feel your spirit nourishing me still and giving me energy. Go well, lovely Judy.

  79. I was really sorry to learn of Judith’s death. I worked with her when she was Secretary to the All Party Parliamentary Group for Tibet. We had a common close friend in David Ennals who she helped greatly in the last stage of his life and was a very good friend to Jean Ennals.
    s. She was a great pleasure to work with and have as a friend. Many of us in the Tibet Society remember her with great warmth.

  80. Farewell very dear friend, we have spent so many happy times together over the years since first meeting in the 80′s. I will always remember your beautiful smile, warm heart and that wonderful sense of humour. I will always treasure the many moments we shared and the wisdom you passed on to me – first together with Brian and then more recently in London and Kunselling. I shall miss you greatly, but you will never be forgotten and nor will your wonderful laugh – you were an inspiration. Safe travels and my deepest condolences to your family.

  81. A smoked oyster at a ganapuja – my madeleine…. sudden instant presence …. of Judy ….ecstasing about smoked oysters … the profound experience tasted only now. As the Sun was suddenly high in the sky of the liminal landscape of dream the night she died, with no slow rising (a shock of course, disruption of continuum of such a time warping, absolute kind) there came pressure of fast words, winged perhaps, reenactment of how we not infrequently talked over each other (not on the phone of course) everything at once, the joy, the play, the freedom of it, a duet in the continuo and recitative…. and I talked without shame alongside someone else who was telling a story, filling in the gaps, like base lines or tremolos, ornaments and even motifs as I did with her or she did with me…. not that one was not listening , not that one’s parents had never tried and failed to teach one that it is disrespectful to interrupt. Such apparent rudeness is a breach of etiquette; nothing to do with multitasking, simultaneity, integrating the commentary into the text polyphonically. Further apologies must be made. But – how wonderful it was how Judy did this, was this, simultaneously present as self and others, multitasking in an extended energy field, integrating wisdom, stillness, fierce anger, gentleness, delicacy, laughter, tears, neurosis and stability, awareness of appropriate conduct while able to waive all rules. Bound by boundlessness. How rare and special. And another thing – Syrop de grenadine in baked apples.

  82. Dear, dear Judy, I’ve written to you many times in my head and now I am setting down some thoughts. I was in your beloved Africa not far from Cape Town (Windhoek in Namibia) when I heard from Zara that you had died. Beyond shock and so unbelievably sad. We’d talked just a few days before I left for Africa – we often met on Primrose Hill or near the pet shop. And every now and then you would email to ask how I was and to suggest we meet. With all the things you did, you always remembered people and kept in touch – a real teaching for all of us who delay and put it off until another day. You clearly loved the work you were doing with Shang Shung embracing all the challenges as well as the triumphs. And the books you wrote with Julia – d’you remember the Aloe book that I cribbed from you for Persil! I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a good friend – I remember another friend of mine saying the best people to know where those who had many friends. That was certainly the case with you. You looked out for people, led them into situations and then left them to make their own connections – I benefitted enormously from this from the countless Tibet events in the early days of the support groups, the retreat at Pendle Sands to cooking at Kunselling. You were my teacher for this and for your wholehearted embrace of projects that you saw through to the end. Of course I along with countless others, will miss you – but I will always have the memory of you to inspire and sustain me. All love, Sue xxx

  83. Judy, I will miss meeting you and Bella outside of Budgens supermarket on Haverstock Hill. I loved your awareness and caring inquiries. I think that even if you were reborn as a woodlouse you would be a wonderful woodlouse. We were the same age. RIP dear one.

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