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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.


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July 08, 2008


He utterly fascinates me, Beth. I hope he draws some comfort from your visits.


Beth, you write these pieces so beautifully, so very humanly.

This shares it so vividly - the words, the gestures, the nuance, the gaps - so it also shares the quality of your attention, your being there with him, which, it seems to me, is now everything, and must take a great deal out of you. Much love to you all, Beth, through all of this.

Thank you, Kaycie - he is indeed a fascinating person. And difficult. The reason I've written so much about him is that I feel the same way.

Dale, thanks for letting me know you were here. I always take those (o)s as little hugs, and they're appreciated!

mB, thank you, I'm just trying hard to do justice to the subtlety of what's going on, and in the process have learned a lot about writing dialogue. It's an interesting challenge, to try to get the nuance of the characters and situation right.

Jean, thank you so much. I am less fatigued by paying attention than by the travel back-and-forth - and yet I bet when we're in the city fulltime I'll feel nudgy and want to move around more! Of course the caring is tiring too but J. is doing the hard part of dealing with the medical and administrative side. During these periods of responsibility one struggles with the loss of freedom, which is balanced against compassion and wanting to help. It's an opportunity to learn a lot and I do best when I remember that - and try to forgive myself for the times when I can't. Being able to write here and have the support of my online friends helps hugely.

Hugs, Beth. I love these too.

He never ceases to mesmerize me. Or is it your writing? Thank you.

Foolishly, I've just been knocking photography to make a point about how good writing can be, so it's useless of me to say that I like your photo...


A ripple in a pool,
something vibrating,
a squeeze,
a wo/man with arms over her/his head,
two hands meeting,
two people in a huddle from above,

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