New Year, Hopefully, New Me

By David Gibson -
It's strange how the passing of time affects us. We see January 1st on our calendars and the urge to take on new habits and throw off old ones grips us. But life is not that simple. Our path is the same one we have been walking all of our lives. The date doesn't change it. What does alter our tendency to procrastination is an aptitude for recognizing our latent abilities, and with the aid and succor of support from a loved one, moving to the next stage in our personal evolution. For me this means seizing upon the crucible of my past, that being my lonely aspiration to write, not merely about art, but as art, writing stories, novels even, reading them publicly and getting them published. I somehow needed permission to do this from someone who cared about me, and Michele has done this. 

11/20/16
Since I wrote the paragraph above, in fact just two weeks later, my life shifted irredeemably, and I was unable to focus on my own creative needs. My father had a stroke and was immediately hospitalized to await surgery. During the operation he also suffered a heart attack and it took him a long time to recover. He is old but tough, and though I am made from the same cloth, I felt inconsolably shaken. He had been on the road through senility for some time. Now he lives in a senior residence up the Hudson River in Riverdale, and has a nice existence. We live at home as I like to call it, a life of our own. It gets more and more ours every day. 

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