Purnima: Perfect Purnima

Here is the next (and final) part of Purnima (Book 7 of Waldmeer). It is also the last part of the 7-book Waldmeer Series.

Best Interest

December Purnima, in Waldmeer:

Merlyn could see the Christmas lights on the shops swaying in the summer evening breeze. The branches, in Cypress Lane, moved in sync with the lights. The grand old trees oscillated their reach between the lit-up shops and the unlit beach. If you sat on the beach long enough, your eyes adjusted to the moonlight and then it seemed as lit as the street. 

In the distance, Merlyn could see Ben walking towards the pier. He was probably going to watch the full moon, for a while, along with all the holidaymakers. He wasn’t a holidaymaker. He was a homemaker. He lived in Waldmeer now. Merlyn hadn’t spoken to him since his recent move, but she knew about it through Ide.

A month ago, on November Purnima:

Last Purnima, after Shambhavi’s announcement about his and Veronica’s move back to the city, from Prana Community, Ide was keen to find a new dance teacher for the Waldmeer Warrior Dancers. She sent a message to numerous people asking them to keep their ears open for a teacher. Esther was one of those people. She didn’t reply, but she did mention it to Ben in case he heard of someone wanting a sea change.

When Stone Ground was healed, certain other things were impacted in a healing way. The moment that the rising sun hit the horizon, in the Borderfirma Lowlands, and closed the rock, a burst of energy shot out into Borderfirma and Earth. As it was such a powerful force, it changed those it reached in some significant way.

At that moment, on November Purnima, Ben was sleeping. Most dancers are not early risers. They often work in the evening, so their dinner and sleep cycles tend to be late. In his unconsciousness, he must have allowed the energy into his being. When he woke up, nothing was dramatically different, but he felt lighter and had a clearer mind. He told himself that he must have had a good sleep, for once, and thanked his lucky stars. He had more to thank than his stars.

That evening, Ben met up with Esther for a planned dinner-date.

“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?” asked Esther.

“I don’t actually know,” said Ben. 

“Have you decided to have a break from it?” asked Esther thinking that her influence may have precipitated a good change in Ben’s drinking habit.

“No,” said Ben. “I haven’t decided anything, but ever since I woke up this morning, something in me has changed.”

He stared at the empty wine glass and had no desire to fill it. He then looked at Esther and said, “You have been good to me…” 

He stopped. It wasn’t really that she had been good to him. Esther did what suited Esther.

Ben started his sentence again. “Since you have been back from India, we have been seeing each other again, but I don’t want to get back together.”

Once more, Ben looked at his empty glass. He thought with a wisdom he had never tasted before, We drink because we want the happiness that comes with mental oblivion. I think there is another way – less damaging, more healthy, less up and down, more stable. 

“I shouldn’t have done it the first time,” said Ben. “I’m not going to do it a second.”

Taking offence at Ben’s suggestion that there was something wrong with choosing her, a year ago, she said warningly, “I think it’s in your best interest, Ben.”

“I have done way too many things because it was in my best interest,” said Ben. I have followed my best interest in regards work and money and people.” He became still and then added, “It’s not in my best interest at all.”

Not only did Ben leave Esther but he left his job at the State Ballet, decided to give himself a year off full-time work, moved to Waldmeer, took over the Waldmeer Warriors dance class, and bought a house in town. The house was no less than Farkas’s old house. Ide was privately selling it for Farkas’s estate which would be going to Farkas and Ide’s adult child, Lan-Lan. 

How deeply and unknowingly we are all connected. Ben had never met Farkas or Amira or Gabriel. He barely knew Ide. He had seen her a few times at the Waldmeer Warriors when he owned Nanna’s House at Store Creek. He had also crossed paths with her at Prana Community, but had never spoken to her. The only one he knew from that generation was Rybert because of stopping at the Wurt Wurt Koort tearooms. Although he did not know them, Life knows us all and plays with our interconnectedness. Ben was now the owner of the house which began our Waldmeer journey. 

Malik was not only pleased to have Ben as his newest employee, but he was also pleased to have him as a new neighbour. Farkas’s old house and Malik’s house were a few streets from each other. For all the years Farkas lived in that house, Malik’s one had been in his family. His grandfather built it. His mother (Maria) had been raised in it. When his grandparents died, his mother (Amira) moved back into it. Eventually, his mother (Faith) brought him and his siblings from Borderfirma to the Waldmeer house. While the siblings returned to Borderfirma, Malik, having an instinctive feeling for Earth, made his life-home in Waldmeer. 

Over the coming years, Malik and Ben would become closely-bonded, lifelong, beneficial friends. 


Back to now, December Purnima:

On the morning of December full moon, Merlyn drove to Wurt Wurt Koort to see Rybert.

“Happy Christmas, darling,” said Rybert. “One week early, I know, but I won’t have time to say it again.”

Merlyn kissed him as he walked passed, without slowing, juggling plates. 

On his next pass-by, he said, “Guess who is coming to see me, this afternoon?” Each time he passed, he added another piece to the puzzle. “Someone I haven’t seen since May. At my age, seven months is too long to be at odds with someone you love. He’s bringing his new sweetheart. Benedict. That’s his new sweetheart.”

“It’s Tom,” said Merlyn.

She remembered that the last time she had been to Tom & Hardy, her parting words to Tom were, Just love somebody. Anybody. The next person who walks in the door. That next person was, in fact, Benedict.

“If he is ready to make up with you,” Merlyn said to Rybert on her way out, “he might be ready to make up with me too.”

“Of course, angel,” said Rybert. “It’s Christmas.”

No Hands

That evening, in Cypress Lane:

Before Merlyn headed back up the hill to Malik’s house, she decided to have one last walk along Cypress Lane. At the end of the dirt road, Waldmeer Boathouse and Cafe stood with quiet ease. No one was around. The cafe had closed many hours ago. As she sat on its deserted decking watching the eternally-interesting waves, a voice came from the dark lane. It was too black to see more than a moving shadow but, dark or light, she knew that voice.

“Have you been watching the moon?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Ben.

“Congratulations,” said Merlyn. “On your house.”

He sat next to her on the decking. Neither said anything as they now had the luxury of knowing that time was not of the essence.

“It’s getting late,” said Ben. “I’ll walk you up the hill.”

Halfway up, Merlyn said, “You understand that I’m not really partner-able anymore?”

After a moment of thought, Ben replied, “Neither am I.”

“No,” laughed Merlyn. “You are definitely partner-able. You are just disillusioned. There’s a big difference.”

Ben shrugged. “You don’t have to hold my hand,” he said. “I’m a grown-up.”

He watched Merlyn’s soft, amused expression. He missed those eyes – eyes that were born of earth, but belonged to Heaven.

“We’ll see then,” said Merlyn with a mixture of levity and earnestness. “Let’s keep walking. No hands.”

The moon looked down with the seeming same levity and seriousness as Merlyn’s. After you have seen the world come and go, many times, some things become deadly serious and others become not worth a second glance. To us, the moon waxes and wanes with our passing days. Yet, in spite of appearances, there is no waxing and waning. It is always full, always glowing, always being a complete and perfect Purnima.

The End of Purnima (Book 7 of Waldmeer) 
and the End of the Waldmeer Series.

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