JWG's Experimental Eccentric — Introduction — August 28, 2011

JWG's Experimental Eccentric
Clarens, Switzerland  August 28, 2011  9:26 a.m. CET
Introduction

In Martigny, Switzerland, René and I walked among the paintings of Claude Monet. We saw brash brush strokes. We had the space to stand back and witness art which was once new. For us, many of these paintings were “new”. The persisting power an artist has was proved.

As I sit on a balcony overlooking Lake Geneva, and its mountains, all of which is in a constant flux of change simply due to the sun’s light, or lack thereof, the power, and beauty, of Nature is, thankfully, thrust in front of my face. Cumulus clouds form above me. A train maintains its schedule. A flock of birds scoots over the teal Lake. And I let slide the troubles of the past couple of months and revel in the successes. The past couple of days were required for René and I to reaffirm that we, indeed, do have many happy successes. We do have the time to rest and ponder.

Switzerland is known for its clocks. Their presence is everywhere. They are set in unison. I, myself, have never seen anyone working on any public timepiece. Is it possible that most require no maintenance? I hardly think that this could be possible. Clocks, like people, constantly tick when properly cared for. Care. That is the word, the function, René and I have gotten to know intimately this year of Two-thousand and Eleven. Our love has been tested. Our loved ones’ clocks have been winding down while ours has been given a surge, a tightening, to maintain our relationship for many more decades. Sadness with happiness is a way of Life. When there are more happy moments than sad, that is when one comes to the realization that emotional pain appears to be necessary to maintain one’s internal clock. One’s heart requires nourishment. One’s mind requires prodding. Art, in all its guises, leads us down paths to see with clear eyes, and a healthy heart, emotional Truths. Reality is seeing Truth. With work, and, yes, luck, I, myself, hope we can all walk down the path that leads to Happiness. Being Happy is being peaceful. Being peaceful brings contentment. René and I are content. Hand-in-hand, heart with heart, we walk down a wide, straight path with no end in sight. Our internal clocks tick with a soft, steady rhythm. Our sense of togetherness maintains both of our selves. Our happy moments ring the bells of success for all of this World to hear. Silence is past. Our patience has been rewarded. The Art of Living has been happily maintained.