Homage to Rudi on his Birthday
The day I met Rudi, he was standing quietly in the kitchen doorway. There was something different about this man. His eyes twinkled with intense energy, as if it wasn’t quite contained in his small, rotund body. We approached the door, and I remember clinging to the corner elbow of my husband’s jacket out of fear to meet someone so expansive, yet so humble. He was bigger than life, standing right before my eyes. He just said hello politely and invited us into the class. I was 23 years old. It was 1972. After the meditation class we had dinner…