HAVE YOUR EVER HAD A CHANCE ENCOUNTER THAT BECAME MORE?
BLOG 25: October, 1997—I’m sitting on my bed in the living room of my home in the hills of Oakland, California . I’m not alone. A friend, who is a professional massage therapist, is on my bed as well, giving a massage to Archie, the man I met on the plane ride months ago—the one who inspired me to begin writing what today has become my novel, Child of Duende.
Other friends join me on my bed, or on the couch, or sit nearby. I’m shaking my torso to music blasting “Oops Upside the Head” inside a sequin top I managed to find at a second hand store during my few jaunts outside the house (yes, I’m able to walk, but not far without massive pain). You’d think it were a typical California affair (in December, I end up going to a New Year’s Eve Party where everyone—I mean, everyone—is naked, massaging each other and much more), but it’s actually my birthday. I’ve invited everyone and anyone I know to celebrate my late 20s, and since I’m living out of my bed in the living room, it seems an ideal place to celebrate!
You may wonder how Archie—a man I merely met on a plane—arrived at my birthday party. It’s simple, though. He had given me his card before we parted ways, and I sent an invitation to his Los Angeles address. He thought, what the hell, let’s live it up—as did I—and he arrived with a friend to find himself in my living room receiving massages and having a good time.
The day after my extraordinary birthday celebration, Archie and I meet up to discover if there’s any romance in the cards for us. We talk, on my bed, of course, but nothing goes further than that. He talks baseball and I’m more interested in some deep philosophical, soulful, and romantic encounter. He suggests I drive south with him to Los Angeles and let the wind determine where we go, but I decline. This body of mine can’t handle a trip right now. But we’re both glad that we took a moment out of ordinary time and rational behavior to celebrate life.
HAVE YOUR EVER HAD A CHANCE ENCOUNTER THAT BECAME MORE?
chance encounters are definitely an integral part of duende. A surreal trip to Madrid was, for me, the trigger for my own novel, Duende. On my final day in Madrid, I bumped into Federico Garcia Lorca – in the form of his statue 🙂 – and discovered he’d been my neighbour all along 🙂 From then on, the connections just flowed in fast and furiously…The power of the Duende…and what a power it is 🙂
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I like that you bumped into Federico Garcia’s statue. Hopefully you didn’t get hurt. 🙂 His words sure live on far beyond his time.
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I’ve been off and on drafting my chance encounter story for a while now. Soon to come…
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