tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53215429136102072742011-04-22T00:03:06.632-04:00These are the musings of one woman's internal investigation of madness, creativity, dark, light & the spiritual connection among all living things.ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17313333882576742410noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321542913610207274.post-49237753903876295052008-09-23T22:08:00.003-04:002008-09-23T22:30:21.691-04:00<span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Weird these thoughts like holes in cheese, jiggling like jello. I thought these thoughts were normal - well, okay not really but I look good on the outside, right? Doesn't everyone imagine death? How it will look - how to watch it unfold over your body as you float away? I'm depersonalized - outside myself watching but it doesn't hurt &amp; I am not afraid. But there remains much to be done here so I'm thinking <span style="color:#ff6600;">these thoughts that embrace me constantly are a way to release the stress of looking good when I'm so tired of trying. </span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321542913610207274-4923775390387629505?l=ahealthydoseofcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17313333882576742410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321542913610207274.post-70643469223263905292008-01-23T13:03:00.000-05:002008-01-23T13:11:30.693-05:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>I'm thinking sugar is the real culprit, the sneaking gremlin that hangs on the pendulum and swings it to extremes...I need to investigate that...but it is my drug of choice, my compulsion...it beckons me in its many forms...cries out to join in the dance around the fire, the sparkling, popping fire...it steals from me - my desire, the clarity of my thoughts, my energy...so much an addiction...a comfort...a fix...I'm tired and want to curl up among the dogs where it is warm...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321542913610207274-7064346922326390529?l=ahealthydoseofcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17313333882576742410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321542913610207274.post-23281913665659684512008-01-22T19:02:00.000-05:002008-01-22T19:04:01.603-05:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"><strong>When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?<br />It was skim milk and it did look like the moon...and the Man in the Moon's face grinned back... Who defines madness? And what is its definition? What is its link to creativity?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321542913610207274-2328191366565968451?l=ahealthydoseofcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17313333882576742410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321542913610207274.post-15542566656443852952008-01-22T18:57:00.000-05:002008-01-22T18:59:00.206-05:00Hmmmm...just wondering how you define the creative process...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321542913610207274-1554256665644385295?l=ahealthydoseofcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17313333882576742410noreply@blogger.com0