While endlessly waiting in the dentist’s office, I turn the pages of the ever-popular People magazine, hardly recognizing anyone. Although it is full of the current celebrities, I see that just about all of them are younger than 40. Here is but another sign that we boomers and those beyond are now a part of an older, and more easily forgotten, generation.
Still, I do have a fascination with the famous, with those who have won recognition for being superstars. And if, on those very rare occasions, I happen to be in close proximity to a celebrity, I admit to feeling a bit of a thrill.
My most impressive experience, by far, was “running” into His Holiness the Dalai Lama, spiritual leader of Tibet. As I approached The Charles Hotel in Harvard Square (hoping to use the bathroom), there he was, standing in the entrance. He was easily recognizable in his bright orange and red robe, hands clasped by his heart, a glorious smile upon his face, and less than 20 feet from me, speaking quietly to one man, with only one “bodyguard” near him. I stood transfixed and in full amazement. The Dalai Lama then walked through the revolving doors, his guard following him, and, as if in a dream, I drifted through the doors and then watched until my guru disappeared around the corner. Although we had not spoken, I was most definitely in an altered state, feeling his huge vibrational force moving through me, a feeling that lasted until the following day, while the gratitude for this surprising encounter remains always.
Famous, accomplished, self-actualized people tend to have my respect and admiration. Although I can in no way compare the homemaking diva Martha Stewart to the Dalai Lama, I do confess to being a fan of this icon.