Bipolar Disorder. What an illness, huh? It seems to wait, like a kitty under the covers, to pounce on your feet when you least expect it, and least desire it! Such as that cozy twilight of consciousness right before you drift to sleep. Only that is not a good example, because bipolar disorder is no […]Read Post ›
Stay tuned, big things to come! I am merging my 2 journal blogs into one, here under THE WIND, and yes, this is Susan T. from Out Of The Gutter Art! If you were enjoying my journey on my sister blog, you may enjoy some of my earlier posts, as this is my FIRST blog […]Read Post ›
I didn’t even know if my Blog, The Wind, was still here, clinging to life! I am so glad that it is, even though I have been concentrating on my visually creative outlets, rather than the written word. I need this blog. I really need this blog to help me set my troubled mind free […]Read Post ›
Not too many days feel good, to this body. Each and every day feels good, to my heart. The love I carry for all the world is a song that no one has heard. not a word. I say it loudly, clearly, in my art!
Whew, this is a toughie. Daddy died March 7,2016, and I know how you all have followed our journey. He was such an amazing man, and a great father(despite minor glitches, like most dads). But for me, he was my world in these last years. The reason I got up in the morning, the reason […]Read Post ›
I have been my Dad’s Primary Caregiver for over six years now, and I was Mom’s before that as she battled and succumbed to colo/rectal cancer. It has been a long road, hard yes, but also full of love and tender moments that I treasure. Dad has been relatively pain free all his life, always […]Read Post ›
I hope this lasts. This feeling that I really CAN be the artist I have always wanted to be, alive with ideas and creativity! That’s the trouble with being Bipolar-I must not think about this wonderful feeling leaving me again. It is like being in a dark room for 10 years, solitary confinement, and then […]Read Post ›
Life in a funeral parlor is very boring. Father sleeps all day now. He was always a napper, and absolutely loves to sleep. Perhaps it was an escape for him years ago, a way to avoid dealing with Mom or us kids. A big part of his nappiness is sleep apnea, which wasn’t even heard […]Read Post ›
Another day, another fifty cents gone from my pocket. I have been feeling rather generous lately, which is funny for someone who doesn’t have the proverbial pot (to pee in…) I have been looking for a way to thank Dad’s caregiver for going above and beyond the call of duty, so I am letting her […]Read Post ›
what color will you paint my soul? what color will you paint my soul? blues and greens in endless dreams what color will you paint my soul? what color will you paint my life? what color will you paint my life? blacks and reds of endless strife what color will you paint my life? what […]Read Post ›
