Euphrosene Labon

Monday 5: Raring to finish a major task today, my actual start was bleeding the radiators. At least the snow thawed, but it is very cold indeed. A mundane observation in a mundane-ish life. So, as a writer and artist with delusions of divinity, should I restrict myself to more pertinent opinions? Naturally, I think not.

Our day to day experiences form the basis of our creative endeavours. My niche in both art and writing is mind body spirit. My brand of spiritual metaphysics encompasses the tangible with the highly esoteric. I believe my thoughts and actions are highly relevant in understanding my art as well as in how I write and what I write about.

I do not think my current incarnation was meant to be hermetically mystical. However, I do aim to involve the divine in each day. Even one that starts with bleeding radiators. Quite how it leaps to fine art of creation in the raw, or energy or soulmates, I don’t quite know. But it does.

Later: the promise of the day sort of got worse but only in a techy bad way. Firstly, I tried to load Copernic (with all my hundreds of pages of text in hundreds of different files across different disks, it is a slog finding exactly what I want) as a desktop search tool.

I gave up on that when it could not find something easy (God, yes G-O-D) despite there being gazillions of entries and the indexing already in process. So I then re-opted for Google Desktop, which I had used some while ago but got put off by the web page format. It made it look as if all my personal letters, files etc were available for the wider world to see as well!

A quick surf and there could still be issues but the enterprise version provides added security (I hope), plus I have set it up to only look within (I hope).

Moxilla Firefox may be a better browser than IE7, but it was a complete b to download the software. It kept opening multiple tabs and made the laptop chunder so loudly, I thought it was going to take off!

Back to IE7 and it was all done and dusted in a few minutes. As of typing this, the indexing is 23% complete. And then I spotted another annoyance: the language shown at the bottom of my Word doc showed Welsh. Argh. Initially, I could not get the Thesaurus to work but eventually sussed it was because of the default language. God alone knows how that got changed.

Unfortunately for my equilibrium, it still shows as Welsh on all new docs despite my deleting the normal.dot ….

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Saturday 3: It could be due to a new year but, for quite a while, I have felt we are entering a period of great change. Possibly even cataclysmic. The feeling has been so strong some days that it made me wonder why I bother doing anything creative, let alone maintain a blog. After all, if we do end up with a Survivors’ type of scenario (which I used to see in my mind many years ago, but with a totally barren landscape - the remaining humans eking out a sub-primitive existence), nothing I do or have done will remain after me. And, ultimately, any form of self-expression is a desire to self-validate, isn’t it?

While I have been known to be prophetic, there was prospective hope in that mind nightmare; just that everything material would be reduced to dust, finally creating a level playing field.

As it hasn’t happened, and there is now to get on with, the mundane tasks the mind:

Tried to remember the last time I was weighed, I think it was in Worthing Hospital, in 2002, after the car crash. Weight generally is not an issue as muscles often make us heavier. Plus, I can usually tell if I am carrying anything surplus or even temporarily porkish.

A trick is to keep ‘thin’ clothes. Like the size 27 Seven jeans (which, incidentally, I was wearing at the time of the crash).
Today, they continue to fit, although they are those annoying low-rise ones, which push any bloat over the top - into a Buddha belly. Still, it’s an effective measuring aid. Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to weigh myself as part of personal clearances, and got some scales from the supermarket.

Ta-da! With all my winter clothes on, I am 9 stone 3 (height 5′5″). It is perfectly fine medically, but I do feel a bit heavy so the keep fit equipment is being wheeled out - again. After I finished (over)eating something completely non-nourishing.

Another of my resolutions is to be as slapdash as the NandDs, and some others, in answering emails. Are they aware of their indifference? It is even worse when they are ignored and then answered weeks later with ‘issues’. It makes life all very exhausting, and definitely tests any spiritual resolve.

Yet, despite a potential Earth catastrophe, the inner creator is not ready to stop. My mind is full of paintings and drawings, which I would like to do as a painting a day. If possible.

PS Anyone else noticed how deathly quiet it is everywhere (meaning the internet)?

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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New Year’s Day/Jan 2: A groggy start to the new year thanks to a sleep-inducing antihistamine and staying up to watch the fireworks.

Unfortunately, the dermatitis returned, which I am now reasonably sure is down to eating cheese and dairy products (again).

I had every intention of glooping up and staying in… but, instead, went to wish Ma. Today (2nd), I very definitely am staying in, makeup free and filled with antihistamine as the reaction is a little more severe. Horrible itchy eyes. Definitely an under the blanket kind of day so I am forcing myself to remain in my jimjams and dressing gown to prompt me to relax fully. Says she while collating cuttings in prep to add images, and doing a list of 100 things to do to promote my art. And finishing the recession tips. More of which later.

One of the NandDs was concerned because Ma had fallen and banged her head and sounded discouraged. It is probably landmark dates that make her restless, although that is what she said of me, as I checked the cupboards for her missing undergarments.

She seemed fine enough apart from banging on about going home for the baby. And telling me my (hair) layers made me look ‘witchy’. The day before that she had told me I was getting darker. (Actually the melasma is slowly improving.)

Yesterday, when she said she would be dead by the time she got back home, I said at least as a ghost she could stay at BC as long as she liked. That made her laugh. Yet, despite these earthier moments, I sometimes feel that dementia is settling in. Certainly there are signs of a different kind of mental confusion.

Meanwhile, the rest of the world continues to make personal harmony impossible. Well not if you care enough, that is.

PS Had a late lunch and watched part of The Nutcracker (1993) … and a glorious ballet dancer called Wendy Whelan as Coffee. What a mesmerising dancer!

PPS Exhaustion is setting in. Off for some shuteye.

PPPS: Spiritual exploration is a must, and I admire anyone who makes the time for the quest. However, that rather fake, to me, Anglican priest, Peter Owen Jones, seems, to me, to serve no-one well; neither his God, his congregation, nor those whose faiths he picks at in the name of TV celebdom. Why precisely is an Anglican vicar teaching viewers about other faiths? Is his own not good enough?

Spiritual communion has just become another kind of telly entertainment, which is rather sad. Even Songs of Praise is like reality TV. Have we so little time for God?

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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