I admit, I'm a control freak. And I need a multitude of creative outlets to express my vast array of inner rainbows, train wrecks, cloud bursts and sound spikes.
I'm either writing some raw prose or a haunting melody, dreaming of a trip to France or making a French silk pie, painstakingly tweaking a new graphic or untweaking my own pain with a glass of Syrah while hand-sewing a velvet pillow cover.
Either way, it's a creative and colorful life, and I invite you to share some of my adventures!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Blue on my mind
I was shoved from sleep into the waking world two times in the middle of the night.
Both times, my immediate thought was the word "blue."
I've had thousands of strange dreams, but few wake-ups as bizarre as these two.
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