Inspiration from a Strange Man’s Journey
The Wanderer Within
My search for the “Art of Wonder”
I often wonder, am I done climbing to the top of my abilities or has that chance been swept out with the tide?
Every day I climb these craggy rocks hoping a glimmer of light finds its way through the damp, heavy blankets of grey. Just one peek, a glimpse, a flash of god still there. Yet, standing atop this rock the fog looks immoveable, permanent.
The man in the painting stands unthreatened and unafraid as he views the same sea and fog. He is “The Wanderer.” This is only one day in his many travels to come.
I like to think of him as “The Wonderer” — looking out at the roiling sea and impenetrable clouds as nature’s work of art. It doesn’t hold him back. It awes him. Perhaps inspires him to keep moving.
What does he see in these dreary rocks taking blows from angry waves pounding their might over and over?
The rocks are strong but the relentless waves will keep crashing — knowing in time the rocks will give way. They will crack open. They will crumble. They will yield.
As I climb down from The Wanderer’s perch, I brace for the oncoming waves knowing I, too, will eventually crumble.
