Euphrosene Labon

Sunday 28: God alone knows what demons torture those who self-harm. Or perhaps they are in such emotional stasis they feel no pain. Anyway, it made me feel ill even attempting to cut my finger (as per article). Even sticking a pin in was a non-starter although I did manage to slightly break the skin. I will try and soak it purposely (daily baths have not dislodged it as yet).

BTW, the first phalange of the Saturn finger “represents the philosophical approach to life… but also sadness, grief, depression… and various emotional pains.”

Would never have guessed.

Why do some paintings look full of potential when they are half done, then terrible when completed? Two more got added to the recycling bin as they just did not work. And, while colour is hugely important, too much brightness does not work for me either. (That was the first binned piece.)

Re binned artwork: there is much more waste with watercolours. At least with oils and acrylics, the canvas can be scraped or cleaned sufficiently to become useful again. With them, sometimes a rubbished base can create a worthwhile new image. Watercolours though give no new life to the support.

Another thing I have noticed with my art MO, I need to draw the cartoons and line drawings. They seem to be a necessity, in contrast to the contemporary spiritual art ‘abstracts’. It’s almost as if I have been somewhere else, and they re-root me.

Have baked a cake using up the Baileys. Smells wonderful.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Saturday 27: I braved the bargain shoppers in Worthing (one was muttering ‘f…..g hell’ under his breath. Charming.) to pick up some record cards, more unguents for my hair and two woolly (Red Herring) cardies in the Debenhams’ sale.

There definitely is a slob pattern emerging, with my last clothes’ purchases being male tracksuit bottoms and male jimjams - although, in my defence, it’s because they are longer in the leg and should be worn with camisoles and feminine cardigans. Pretty dresses and skirts are just not suitable for either art or writing.

Anyway, I was utterly exhausted and conked out in Ma’s room. Just as well she was busy reading the paper and writing her notes. Re the latter, her handwriting is becoming much clearer as is the sense of what she writes.

I, unfortunately, continue to be rather under par healthwise. On Tuesday, I accidentally put the basket of flowers for Sister Clement on the car seat. Using my bare hand, to sweep off the soil, I got a small glass shard in my Saturn finger. Tea tree has not managed to dislodge it so it is now gunged with baking soda and bandaged up. Apparently, that is supposed to loosen it.

What a year for physical setbacks! Let’s hope 2009 is better for me. Numerologically, it will be a six year (which is good for relationships and for ….achievement in creative pursuits).

PS An annoying thing about TV is trying not to miss a programme and enduring the rubbish beforehand. Like Jeremy Clarkson. And it’s not even Finding Nemo!

Also: there are a lot of war programmes on. Are ‘they’ softening us up for another illegal invasion?

PPS Spotted this: “I had a friend once who developed a small cyst-like sore on his forehead. A doctor looked at it and cut it open to drain it and a small piece of glass came out. Turns out the guy had been in an auto accident a decade before and had hit his head into the windshield. The glass had been in him ten years before working its way out.”

I may have to be brave and cut it (see article). Not tonight, methinks.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Boxing Day: Moses was a prophet and beloved of God, said Auda abu Tayi, in Lawrence of Arabia. For some reason it is one of my favourite quotes. Probably because I can empathise with poor old Moses being carroted with the Promised Land for 40-odd years in the desert - and then being denied it at the river’s edge, so to speak. Not that I have had a desert of a Christmas. I hasten to add!

On the contrary, although I chose to spend it alone (many thanks again for the invitations), I genuinely enjoyed my quiet Christmas Day - mostly working, but in a leisured way. Unfortunately, I ate more of the things I would not normally - which brought back the dermatitis with its slight itch. But it gave me time to ponder.

Obviously not enough, as the sharp pains also returned, on and off. It seems like doing only creative things stops them. Talk about a jealous God!

As it happens, going through my research material, I found a reference to Atul Gawande’s article The Itch.

I do believe mind causes physical effects but the bit that caught my eye (not in his article) was something about mediaeval theologians believing the air was filled with demons and angels - countless thousands small enough to dance on the head of a pin (or point of a needle according to one erudite source).

Sounded to me like super intelligent light and dark particles with the power to create but needing a symbiotic host, although I understand that reference might have related to metaphysical nitpicking.

For various reasons, in my website forum, I posted a quote by Henry Drummond: “In the pursuit of happiness half the world is on the wrong scent. They think it consists of having and getting, and in being served by others. Happiness is really found in giving and in serving others.” He may well have written more, but the quotation is only partially right, in my view.

It certainly makes me happy to give and serve. But to give and serve in a vacuum lacks energetic balance and can thus create either an implosion or explosion if not rectified. That said, sometimes the only redressed balance will be on a metaphysical level. More another time.

RIP Eartha Kitt and Harold Pinter.

PS I really had to kick myself to post this. The mists of laziness definitely lowered dangerously!

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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