When I was in college, I fell in love with an artist named Maura. She was smart and cultured. Her round face was cherubic and her fiery red hair was strikingly beautiful.
Maura knew at age twelve that she was going to be a painter. She vowed to create art for the rest of her life no matter how impractical that would be. Happily, she has been able to do this for five decades. (She's the same age as me.)
Maura and I lived together for twenty years. She is a real genius -- and I use that word carefully. Of all the bright people I've met, Maura is the smartest. She sees things the rest of us don't. Maura now lives in rural Wales which is a good place for her. Quiet, contemplative and full of animals. Maura found New York much too stimulating. Like many artists, Maura is hyper-sensitive to her environment and couldn't handle the media-saturated culture here.
Maura is visiting me now for a few weeks. Being with her transports me back to my youth. We repeat our inside jokes, recall old friends and times, and generally feel connected to each other and our shared past. I snapped this picture of her today in Starbucks.
Are you friends with any of your former-partners?