Because I can't believe how many blogs start out with me being in or around Whole Foods, I was glad to be approached by a tall, lanky dude in front of the Barlow's Community Market. I don't know if he was a Sebastopol Dude or Du-uu-uude but based on his attire and the mix of surfer and hippie energy he emanated I would guess he was the latter.
He had on a t-shirt with varying iridescent shades of light emanating from spiral shells. The tinted hues were so bright it seemed to hypnotically radiate the colors of the rainbow. I also noticed a black bracelet with a Chinese symbol and a horse.
I thought he was going to put something in the recycling bin I was standing in front of, but instead he stopped and said, "Hey, you are the blogger."
I'm still not quite sure how to respond when people I don't know say this to me. But yes, I nodded, I was "the blogger." It turned out he was the friend of a friend who had told him about my blog and he had seen my friend and I (at Whole Foods of course).
He was smoking a cigarette and holding a cup of coffee while also starting to spin three small hoops on his left arm. He began telling me how he had moved here from Capitola and the things he liked about Sebastopol, but I was more mesmerized by his ability to multi-task these three different activities.
I asked about the bracelet. "Is that for Chinese New Year?"
He held it up for me to see. "Yes. We just began year of the horse."
Since I live in west county and have not been in a coma the past two weeks I was aware of this. But I was curious. "So, do you just wear this bracelet every twelve years when it is the year of the horse?"
Snapping it off, he showed me that you could change the animal. "I have eleven other animals somewhere. Ten actually, the boar disappeared kind of mysteriously. That's another story."
Of course, I had to ask about the story of the lost boar.
He laughed. "I'm not sure I want to end up in your blog."
I guaranteed him his t-shirt alone could probably generate an entire blog post. (With his permission, I would not mind having him be a blog guest.)
"Okay then. I think I'd like to go by something different in the blog. My blog name could be like Dragon or Cactus."
"Whatever you decide," I assured him.
He returned to inhaling his cigarette while holding his coffee and spinning the hoops again, while telling me the differences between Sebastopol and Capitola. I did not know some of the references he made to Capitola since I have not been there for a long time, but I did gather that he digs frequently seeing a man on a unicycle here in town. I pictured my new acquaintance riding one through the plaza while twirling his hoops and simultaneously drinking a cup of coffee.
After a few minutes a woman with long flowing robes walked up to him. They gave each other a semi-epic hug. He introduced me as the local blogger, her as a "healer in the woods."
"And for the moment," he mentioned turning to his friend, "can you just refer to me as Dragon?"
Favorite line of the week (man coming out of the Dhyana Center):
"I don't know why but every time I do a sauna sweat and a steam, I always crave a Big Mac."
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