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Moon Maiden - V

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  • Feb 13
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Print: Finished 5 of 64
Started: 9/10/24
Completed: 2/13/25
Days to Complete: 156 Days
Genre: Non-Fiction
Demographic: Artistic
 

Moon Maiden's Name


Hebrew origin, derived from the Hebrew word "Chavah", which is believed to mean "living one" or "source of life" and is related to the verb "to live"

The name means Symbiosis or more literally Tent Village

Later myths claimed that this name had been preceded by Lilith.


 

Blue Moon

"Three things cannot be long hidden:

the sun, the moon and the truth"

 

A conversation I had decades ago has been kept safely in my backpack of memories.

It is an old memory, with cover missing and tattered pages to show it was read.

Most of her words have been lost, but the closeness I felt has remained.

Moon Maiden was special.

Kindred spirits are the rarest of all encounters.

The conversation I kept was about what we do with unfinished paintings.

"Start over, learn from them."

"Even the worst painting have value," she said with sadness.

Her eyes held a truth that carried more than her words. She would later share with me what she meant.
 

There are three who changed my course in my Odyssey.

The first one was sincere and taught me about forgiveness.

The second one was kind and showed me compassion.

The third one was beautiful and taught me the power of words.

Words only have power if they are believed.

My beautiful wife taught me the most important lesson in life.

Things must be tested, including Trust.

I am grateful she made me cynical, I was far too naive.
 
"Self-portrait with hands to the chest" by Egon Schielem
"Self-portrait with hands to the chest" by Egon Schielem
 

Muse and Sirens

"You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren."

 

My mind would recall Moon Maiden's words from time to time, though not often.

We shared many moments together during my last summer at the University.

I hadn't thought of her for years, until recently.

The past and present can shift back and forth, through the fabric of memory.

I kept hearing her words about forgiveness, which helped me sail through a devastating tempest in my life.

I was breaking away from my wife's words, trying to pull me back onto rocky shores.

I had stopped listening to her a long time ago, but I needed to go towards a voice that I trusted.

It was Blue Moon's words that lead me to safety, and reminded me of the Trust we shared.

Her words traveled through the fabric of memory because I was trying to regain Trust in others.

Her words saved me from becoming completely cynical.

I learned to Trust again, from a memory of our last conversation that I could recall.

She was the most sincere person I had ever met.

My experience with her reminded me that someone like her exists.

 
"Portrait of Emilie Flöge" by Gustav Klimt.
"Portrait of Emilie Flöge" by Gustav Klimt.
 

Nature

"Sincerity is the way to heaven."

 

I call her Moon Maiden because that is how I think of her, a beautiful force of nature that pulled me towards her.
 
I have rarely been so charmed.
 
I was enchanted with her sincerity.
 
She told me something about herself that I will never forget.
 
I felt fortunate that she trusted me.

My moments with her were of two friends exchanging stories that longed to be told.

For me, they were first stories told to another. I felt safe around her to be myself.

She was an amazing friend, and one I hope to find again in another some day.
 
by Mark Rothko.
by Mark Rothko.
 

Trust

"The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane."

 

Trust is a gift.
 
In my many travels, I have met them.

Some.

Not all,
or most,
but some.

They follow their own ways.

Another's path is their own.

I learned the hard way.

Trust is a gamble.

You have to fold often.

There are players that will keep raising the stakes and never show their cards.

When Trust is given, it is not always returned safely.

What one does with Trust is a Test to the one that receives it.

If harm is is done with that Trust, both are harmed

There is harm in normalizing taking advantage of someone's Trust.

Excuses leads to the inexcusable, which leads inevitably to the unforgivable.

My experience did not make me bitter,
in fact the opposite,
I became more hopeful,
but not when it comes to Trust.

One and done.

I became strict when giving Trust.

To give unconditional Trust is too sacred a gift.

The temptation for some, when received, it too great.

Rewards await those that receive unconditional Trust,
even between husband and wife.

There are some that will keep raising the stakes and never show their cards.

I matched my best with her best.

I don't judge my wife's actions, she did her best.

I judge only myself, and the blame of what happened was no fault but my own. I was too lax with Trust. Never again.
 
"Capri girl on a rooftop" by John Singer Sargent. That is how I remember her,, talking on the roof with her.
"Capri girl on a rooftop" by John Singer Sargent. That is how I remember her,, talking on the roof with her.
 

First Studio

"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to"

 

I doubt Moon Maiden thinks of me now, but for one summer, I must have been on her mind.
 
She visited me a lot. I was surprised she did.

I figured I wouldn't see much of her after she broke up with my roommate.

It was my first year painting in my first studio. I was busy practicing and studying, but I always made time for her. Whenever I heard the knock on the door from her, I was always happy to see her.

After my first studio, I learned that you can take it anywhere. A studio is not just a place or location, it is way of thinking.

It is a mindset.

I have carried my first studio with me everywhere I go.

My regret was that I didn't keep Moon Maiden with me.

I would have enjoyed her company in my life, instead of just 1 year we shared, with only a memory, of the cover missing and tattered pages to show it was read.

Most of her words have been lost, but the closeness I felt has remained.

Kindred spriits are the rarest of finds.

I was too lucky to have met her on my first try.

 

"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh.
"The Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh.
 

Top of the World

"The top of one mountain is always the bottom of another."

 

The house where I lived had a window that led out to the roof.

It had a great view, with a cool breeze to take the heat away.

I loved that view.

I would look up at the sky often and think how lucky I was to have those moments.

Moon Maiden called them Roof Talks. When it got too noisy downstairs, we would go to our spot. It was only the two of us that went up there.

I wish I could remember our talks, but it has been too long. I could only keep a few of her words.

I shared a lot of moments with her up there, sometimes into the morning sunrise. She is part of the reason why I have such fond memories of that view.

I was myself around her.

As strange as this sounds, she is probably the only person I was myself.

There was no other person like her.

I try to remember her more because if I meet another like her, I will be ready. I won't miss my chance again.

I haven't met anyone like her. But then again, I never really tried. All my relationships were made from a reply to an advance.

If I meet someone like her, I won't make the same mistake. I will make the first move in the dance for once.

But that is not my priority in life, I am working in my studio writing, but if I ever get a knock on the door from someone like her, it will be different. I will treat it like a second chance.

Kindred sprirts are the rarest of finds because you reveal your true self.

I made a mistake of never reaching out to her once the summer was over.

I should have been a better friend.
 
 

I remember asking her why she wanted to go up on the roof with me, the first time she asked.

Moon Maiden simply said, "It looks nice out there, why not?"

I chuckled and extended my hand and pulled her through the window.
 
She was a part of my world, and I was a part of hers for one perfect summer.

 
"The Delphic Sibyl" by Michelangelo.
"The Delphic Sibyl" by Michelangelo.

 

Regret

"Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart."


 

Regret means something if you learn from it.

She is my greatest regret.

I wished I tried harder.

I should have tried to keep in touch with her.

She would have been worth the effort to have kept in my life.

Since she was my first real friend, I had nothing to compare her to.

I thought there would be many more like her.

I was too lucky. I have always been lucky.

 

"Oyster Gatherers of Cancale" John Singer Sargent
"Oyster Gatherers of Cancale" John Singer Sargent
 

Part 8

"Men always want to be a woman's first love -

women like to be a man's last romance."

 

I had a roommate, Siobhan, who said, "I love him, but I am his first."

"He doesn't know what he has."

"I keep telling him we are right for each other, but he just nods and says yeah."

She was annoyed when I asked how things were going with the new guy.

She continued, "We are amazing together, but I can tell he doesn't think so."

"I will most likely lose him."

"Maybe you need to tell him more?" I suggested.

Siobhan directed her annoyance at me,

"You can't just keep telling someone."

"They have to experience it for themselves."

"I drew the short end of the straw by being his first real relationship," she complained.

She chuckled to herself.

"I am his training wheels when I should be his forever pick."

"Mark, I think he is going to break up with me," she stopped laughing when she said that.

"So it's like Goldilocks?" I mused.

"What?" she was confused.

"You have to try the one who is too soft, which is too comfortable."

"Then you try the one that is who is too hard, which is too uncomfortable."

"Finally, after experiencing the two opposite ends, you are ready to decide who is comfortable for you."

She laughed, but continued to complain.

She was right.

He broke up with her.

He had nothing to compare her against.

He didn't want to settle with his first relationship.

I don't blame him, I did the same thing.

I couldn't have asked for a kinder girlfriend as my first live in.

Her kindness spoiled me.

When you feel genuine love, you never forget.

She was my training wheels.

I feel regret that I could not show her the kindness she deserved. I was too young to know what I had, too immature to know what I wanted.

She spoiled me and I broke her trust often. I wasn't ready to appreciate her.

Timing often has everything to do with success.

Three is the magic number.

After second time, you have something to compare.
 
"Bullfight Scene" by Picasso
"Bullfight Scene" by Picasso
 

Balance

"There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast."

 
I have always been lucky.

I found my balance of luck later in life.

My last relationship was opposite of Moon Maiden.
 
I learned that Trust needs to be tested all the time, not just the first time.

It made me realize how I was at one time.

I took advantage of my kindest girlfriend, the Printmaker from the Academy.

Her unconditional Trust she gave, was too great for me.

The fault was my own, I could not match the Trust she placed in me.

I failed the Test, and my memory of my time with her, though there are wonderful memories, the majority are filled with regret.

I should have stepped up and showed I was worth the wait.

Life is balance and the pendulum swung the other way for me.

I had to give back from what I took and return it during my marraige.

I gave all I could until there was nothing lest to give. I did my best.

I forgave my wife and moved outside her space, so that I would no longer have to forgive her any more.

To forgive the unforgiveable is the hardest Test, and I was getting bored forgiving her.

They were piling up and I needed to move on.

As far as I am concerned, my debt of wrong I did was paid in full and then some.

I needed to get my luck back on track.
 
"Street In Venice", by John Singer Sargent.
"Street In Venice", by John Singer Sargent.
 

Forgiveness

"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."

 

It was always easy to talk to Moon Maiden.

It was sincerity without effort, honesty without intention.

It was during a long walk through the city park, late at night, that she shared a story about forgiveness.

We stopped at an empty bench.

The conversation naturally flowed to a place where she must have felt safe with me.

She told me a truth that she was carrying.

She was vulnerable when she shared her story.

She did not hesitate, but I could tell she was expecting the worst.
 
Blue Moon looked relieved when I believed her.

I believed her.

She was not the type to exaggerate for sympathy.

She never complained.


 

I tried to make sense of what she told me.

I didn't fully understand then, but I tried.

After Moon Maiden finished her story,

I asked, "How could you forgive?"
 
She answered,

"To not forgive would have meant that I would have someone have a hold over me."

"It was horrible to feel that anger and hate towards someone."

"It changes you, twists you so you don't suffer by causing suffering."

She paused, "I don't want to hate anyone."

"I think to hold onto that in your life empties your soul."

"I needed to heal," she sighed.

"I could not bear the suffering, which kept repeating."

"I just needed to heal…" her voice drifted sadly into the Void of Nothing.

"Did you get an apology?" I asked.

She looked at me with a sad smile, and nodded.

"I accepted the apology, but the truth is, it didn't matter."
 
“How can it not matter?” I asked, not understanding.
 
“When trust is broken you don't need to believe them."

"You don't want to keep forgiving them by placing your trust in them again."

She shrugged,"I forgave."

"I didn't need anything after that."
 
"Did you tell anyone else?" I asked.
 
She nodded her head and said, "Yes."

"It was too painful for them to believe."

"They did not believe."

"They could not believe."

"It was too late anyway," she said sadly.

"Too late?" I asked, confused.

"Too late for it to matter."

"The truth remains the truth."

"It doesn't matter if it is believed or not."

"Are you okay now?" I asked.

Moon Maiden nodded her head.

She gave her first genuine smile after telling me her story.

It was like the light at the end of the tunnel.

"I am."

"I don’t think about it often."

"All I can do is accept that it happened and not allow it to happen again."
 
“I forget sometimes, to be honest.”
 
"How can you forget such a thing?" I was shocked.

"Life goes on."

"As time passes, it no longer defines who you are."

"I don't want tragedy to define who I am, or who I become."

I didn't understand then, but I understand now.

Words and thoughts have a destiny.

When I repeated the sadness over and over again, those words had a destiny of their own.

They become my fate because I kept repeating them.

Sad stories draw the sadness out, even if they are just thoughts.

They became stronger because I was letting them enter into my mind.

 


"Study for 'The Spanish Dancer'" by John Singer Sargent.. I love the feeling of the dance when I look at it. It is the most beautiful paiting I have ever seen..a study when he was just 23.
"Study for 'The Spanish Dancer'" by John Singer Sargent.. I love the feeling of the dance when I look at it. It is the most beautiful paiting I have ever seen..a study when he was just 23.
 

Dance

"The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance"

 

The bitter hardship grow sweeter with time.

There was nothing easy about accepting. It is not done in half measures.

I had to accept fully and let go.

I was being anchored, even if I felt justified.

The tempest survived from the passion if my mind went back to asking why. It only grew in strength, no matter the reasoning.

I knew why my wife did the things she did. But it didn't help me none.

I doubt she will ever admit she did wrong.

That is okay, I can only judge myself from the Trust I gave.

That is the hardest climb, to accept, harm done.

It went against every instinct I had, to forgive the unforgivable, without an explanation.

Moon Maiden's words helped me understand the reward for forgiveness.

It is not done out of weakness, or even strength.

I forgave with full measure because it was practical.


 

To not forgive would only burdened me with moments that anchor me to the past.

I had to accept that I would never get an explanation.

All that remains are the great life lessons given.

I allowed my myself peace, and settled the war within.

I was no longer attached to the moments.

I had to move on and let that part of my past sail past.

I am grateful for the trust Blue Moon had in telling me her story.

She made me see that to forgive has practical value.

“When trust is broken you don't need to believe them."

"You don't want to keep forgiving them by placing your trust in them again."

Moon Maiden shrugged,"I forgave."

"I didn't need anything after that."

 

One has both the sun and moon cycles in One's life, a dance of eclipses.

There is a period where one want to take it all, and then a period where one has to give back.

After one experienced both one will have a clearer picture of the nature of oneself.

"So it's like Goldilocks?" I mused.

"What?" she was confused.

"You have to try the one who is too soft, which is too comfortable."

"Then you try the one who is too hard, which is too uncomfortable."

"Finally, after experiencing the two opposite ends, you are ready to decide who is comfortable for you."

 

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