Saturday, December 29, 2007


I'm locked out of Abbey-Roads2 again.
This happens periodically and as usual, I'm annoyed about it. I usually do my more serious stuff for Abbey2, although I post serious things on Abbey1 as well, albeit more personal and oftentimes more silly. I don't know how long I'll keep that up however. And I may just post here exclusively. After viewing Cynthia Large's work, I want to resume painting. In addition, I'm running out of things to write about on my blogs, and I don't want to simply post news articles.
As you may have noticed, I have been reading Caryll Houselander - just bits and pieces - and I find her insights somewhat helpful - although I have some difficulty with her spirituality, which I find to be a bit feminine for my taste. Actually, a few of her thoughts reminded me of these lyrics by Sting:
When you're down and they're counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well... -"Let your soul be your pilot."
Houselander on psychologically expensive friends.
The expensive people are those who, because they are not simple, make complicated demands — people to whom we cannot respond spontaneously and simply, without anxiety. They need not be abnormal to exact these complicated responses; it is enough that they should be untruthful, or touchy, or hypersensitive, or that they have an exaggerated idea of their own importance, or that they have a pose — one which may have become second nature, but is not what they really are. With all such people we are bound to experience a little hitch in our response. If we are not sure that what they say is true, we are embarrassed. In time, our relationship with them becomes unreal. If we have to consider every word or act in their company in case it hurts their feelings or offends their dignity, or to act up to them in order to support their pose, we become strained by their society. They are costing us dearly in psychological energy. - Caryll Houselander
So anyway - if you have posted comments to Abbey2 and they are not up - the reason is I can't get into the site to edit or write. Usually, in a few days, I'm able to get back in. In the meantime - I am here. I'll be posting things which may seem disconnected, however, they grabbed my attention and were meaningful for me. It will all make sense in time.


  1. This post is about ME, isn't it?!


    I'm glad you are alright. I've been worried.

  2. Ah yes, high maintenance friends. I have a few of them. Love them dearly, but Caryll Houselander is right, they are costly in more ways than one.
    Terry, I hope you do get back into doing art, and I hope you'll post some of it for us to see.

  3. Cath - yep, I'm okay - thanks!

    Melody - I've actually been a high maintenance friend for many people! It was a shock for me to realize that - I'm embarrassed!

    And thanks - I will make my my art now - I think I have some things to do now.

  4. Those "high maintenance friends" sound like a definition of family to me. When friends are like that, don't they become part of the family?

    Very best wishes for a fulfilling New Year.

  5. Terry:
    Yes, you're right! Your comment about the post I did on my weird family (psychologically expensive) is true. It seems a lot of my family clammors for attention. However, it reminds me of a Billy Joel song instead of Sting...

    Big Shot
    "You had to have a white hot spotlight
    You had to be a big shot last night"

    Who needs books when you have pop music :P

    Speaking of art, did you get to the Kahlo exhibit?

  6. "Who needs books when you have pop music"

    I know! Another rich resource to mine is reruns of "Friends" - I have learned so much from that show Monica!

  7. Monica - I'm going to see Frida this week.


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