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Well, the planets have lined up and God has breathed on me to make my biennial cosmic and earthly shift, this time back to Cincinnati, Ohio. I have thoroughly enjoyed my stay in Virginia Beach, and though I didn't see it coming until a couple of months ago, the time to move on is upon me. I have soaked up the ocean air, basked in the summer sun, loved to my heart's extent, and cast my bread upon the waters. Now I return to the heartland of America with a hunch that God has yet to reveal to me all the reasons for my doing so. My immediate motivation is primarily financial. The house near the beach in which I have been living cheaply is being torn down and I cannot find a place where I want to live that I can afford. A friend in Cincinnati called me, unaware that I was looking for a place, and offered me a roomy and affordable apartment near the city where I was born (1959), graduated from college (1982), ministered in 3 churches (1982-88) and eventually found long-term sobriety (1989). To a starving artist and writer such as myself, cheap rent is up near the top of the list of life priorities.
My current challenge is what to do with all my stuff. Most of what I own was purchased at yard sales and thrift stores so I can't justify paying to haul it all to Ohio when I could buy it again there for a fraction of the cost of renting a truck. I have also grown weary of hauling to my next locale boxes of books I'll never read again, musical equipment I no longer use, and paintings I no longer care about. This line of thought has led me to a decision to sell or giveaway whatever won't fit in my purple mini-van. If you are in the market for a cheap or free piece of my original art now is the time to get it. Over half of them are gone or spoken for but if you see one you'd like to have get in touch with me and it just might soon be yours. If you are a subscriber to my e-list I will keep you posted on my journey into another chapter of simplicity and creativity. I look forward to seeing what will open up in me from my unpacking of another load of possessions and cleansing my pallet, proverbial and literal, of old art works. Surely something new will emerge that would not have been born had it not had room in which to germinate and bloom.
Dan Gilliam
