Julie Sheard

I have recently moved to an idyllic house in France and although the winter has been very cold, the spring has come like a fanfare. My garden is full of blossom on the many fruit trees and the woodlands around are bursting with vibrant green. I keep pinching myself to see if I am dreaming…At the same time, I have internet, and the endless streams of human agony, warfare, injustice, political lies, environmental destruction etc, on and on as it goes, has me wondering, “What am I doing here?”

While the bombs drop, while the forests are destroyed, while the water is poisoned, we sit in meditation offering all our merit, keeping nothing for ourselves, allowing the endless flow of love and compassion into the world.

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