I was at an Occupy Maui general assembly meeting. Marianne Williamson was scheduled to speak later, and I had a good place to stand. The meeting began and people continued to arrive. I was enjoying myself.
The weather was brisk, and my ego was happy about it because I had expected lower temperatures and was dressed warmly. There were several people shivering, and I was simultaneously smug and compassionate, quite a combination I tell you what.
Just as I was getting the hang of the hand signals the assembly used to communicate silently with the facilitator of the meeting and each other, there was movement at the edge of the crowd that rippled toward the front and stopped just off my left elbow, and there in a wheelchair sat Ram Dass. I expected to see him a few days later at another event. I even had his book Be Love Now, although I didnâ€™t think the stroke heâ€™d had in 1997 would let him sign it. I didnâ€™t have it with me, but I donâ€™t think heâ€™s signing anything these days.
Itâ€™s not my nature to say, â€œHoly shite, thatâ€™s Ram Dass!â€ so I merely thought to myself, â€œHoly shite, thatâ€™s Ram Dass!â€ If you donâ€™t know who Ram Dass is, try â€œHoly shite, thatâ€™s Germaine Greer!â€ or â€œHoly shite, thatâ€™s Julius Erving!â€
Although Iâ€™m not one to impose on another, I understand now why we approach people we recognize but donâ€™t really know, or at least why I did. I couldnâ€™t not say something to Ram Dass. Nobody had introduced us, and I had no obvious reason to barge in on him like that, but my ego wanted me to be able to tell my grandchildren about the time I talked to Ram Dass.
Ram Dass has a big head, and thatâ€™s not a metaphor. Heâ€™s a big man, well over six feet standing Iâ€™d guess, but he was just sitting there with his big head alongside my elbow, smiling. He looked frail and kind of crumpled up, and while Williamson was talking about and to the Occupy movement I was trying to think of what to say to Ram Dass.
â€œWhat did you say to Ram Dass, Sir?â€ My grandchildren will call me â€œSir.â€
Iâ€™ll say, â€œChildren, I leaned over, and I said in his ear, â€˜I love you.â€™â€
â€œWhat did Ram Dass say?â€
â€œHe said, â€˜I canâ€™t hear you. Try my other ear.â€™â€
So I said, â€œI love you!â€ in his other ear, and thatâ€™s when he laughed and tried to hug me and ended up patting me on the head. We meant it, too.