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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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May 23, 2016

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Dear Beth,
Thank you for this reflection and for the love and loveliness of the drawing in its becoming.

I am reminded of The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry


... I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief ...


http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/42469
for the full poem.

Blessings ~
jan

A most lovely way to remember, Beth.

This resonates deeply with me, Beth, remembering my own mother Blanche whose departure 15 years ago (in August) I still mourn but with increasing gratitude for all that she gave me. Maybe we don't really know our parents as individuals, separate from ourselves, until they're gone. Your bouquet of flowers is beautiful and I too prefer the line drawing - like a flower portrait of your mother, as you described her.

Loved this! She sounds like an amazing woman! It's a pity that we often wisen up to the best things about our parents and grandparents only after their passing.

"Set me like a seal upon thine heart....
for love is stronger than death."

Lovely post and I love your watercolor style also. I like the colored one better than the drawing because it is so lively and loose, also I just like color! Your writing makes me think of my own mother, still running her craft gallery at 85. I would say I didn't understand her issues until I was older and then I could look back and see what she was dealing with her in life. One thing I am glad to have inherited from her is the ability to enjoy simple things, she loves a meal out at a cafe (but not an expensive one), her garden she still takes care of herself, or hours in her back yard just sitting and talking. Plus her elderly cantankerous rescue cat and a ever changing stack of library books.
I like Wendell Barry too and your thoughtful writing. Glad you have not given up on blogging!

I like the colors very much, though.

Beautiful, profound and poignant. Thank you.

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