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Molly
Hi, I seem to return to this site from time to time. Each time hoping to hear something fresh about Molly, or some memory which will bring her back to me. Sometimes it seems that life is so short and we pass with barely a trace. Perhaps that is true of Molly in a larger sense, but it certainly isn't true of her for me as each day reminds me of her. I suppose the struggle for me is to allow the pain of her loss to be transformed by the pleasure of the memory of her spirit: so brave and intense. Charlie Koch
molly
I met Molly in high school, at the Cambridge School, a few us us made that leap to Buddhism and Trungpa Rinpoche in the '70s. When I came back in 1973 as a shaved head nun, to New England, the only Western Buddhist nun in America, Molly and her Mom, Persus took me in in the big house in Concord. There were formal dinners with her mother and stepfather which she didn't like nuch and walks in the pastures along a stream that she did like it was before David and Zoe. Then Molly and I ended up in Boulder for a while in the mid-70's in the Vajradhatu Mandala and were friends again in this new context. I was shocked to hear of her death, so young and full of creativity. I hadn't seen her for many years, but I know she was a special compassionate being, with a wry sense of humor especially about herself. Always honest and insightful, precious. Would love to hear from Poppy or Otto or Charlie. Where are you all now? Love, Tsultrim Allione
Molly Nudell died peacefully at her home in Halifax
Molly Nudell died peacefully at her home in Halifax on Tuesday morning February 6th surrounded by family and friends. The Halifax sangha showed up in force Thursday evening for Molly's sukhavati, filling the shrine room to more than overflowing. The ceremony was moving, sweet/sad, and profound. Friends remembered her with tears. Her three brothers, Cyrus, Charlie and Otto, sang All of me and Banks of the Ohio, one of Molly's favorite songs from childhood, and her daughter Zoe, gave a moving eulogy. Friends practiced with her body throughout the night. Molly was an early student and friend of Chogyam Trungpa. She worked closely with him on design and dharma art projects, and she was one of the principle holders of his visual dharma teachings. In January 2007, just weeks before her death, Molly completed A Dharma Art Workbook, available in acrobat format from the Halifax Shambhala web site.
Molly tribute
Molly, You are still having such a profound influence- your passing seems to have penetrated very deeply. And how could it be otherwise? In life you did the same. While I benefited from your art classes and teaching, to me you were a great Dharma teacher. Your set the example of looking at your own ego so mercilessely yet with unflinching accommodation. And because of that, I always felt that I could share with you the things I was most embarrassed about. To me, your bravery and honesty in working with this path are gifts that are just as important as, and not separate from, your wonderful art. WIth much love and sadness, Sally Walker
hi Molly
Molly, I feel I am missing you so much this week I can hardly stand it. I have just read through other tributes and it is comforting, particularly to see your picture which reassures, but then I realize once again that you are gone, and I don't know where, and this seems painful beyond bearing. I love you. Charlie
Molly, you and I were of another life, the one before David and Zoe, the one before my Arthur, Alex and Daniel, the one that was all tangled up with family stuff. But I loved you as a sister because you were wise and clear. You and your brothers were (and still are) like siblings to me. I know you can hear me. I apologize for not keeping in touch with you over all these years, but that's the way life is I guess. My loss. I feel so sad that you are gone, but I feel so happy that I knew you once so well.
Freddy Steinberg
From John Tischer
Molly was one of the first people I met in the dharma, in Boston, in 1972, where she and her mother hosted VCTR for several seminars or talks. I used to have a photo of her and I in mid-laugh, which was unusual because I didn't laugh much back then. She was a strong and good person and very devoted. And highly unpretentious. A good example of genuineness. Bon voyage, Molly!
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