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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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March 31, 2008

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This series of post are so profound and simple at the sametime. I am so grateful that you are doing this.

As Fred said. Thank you.

Yes, came in to comment the same thing - just wanted to say these posts are giving me an extraordinary amount of comfort, Beth, in a very different kind and period of transition; I'm really grateful you're sharing them here.

Mashallah, Beth. It sounds like you are all are making such careful and good use of these days.

I was so pleased to see the title tonight I smiled before I ever began reading. I know I've said this before, but he is fascinating, the kind of man I would like to know. I'm glad that he's better. I think the world is a better place with him here.

Good lord. Life is so much more unpredictable and interesting than fiction. I join everyone else in thanking you for bringing us these bulletins from the front.

Yes, thank you.

Beth, this story is so compelling. So beautiful. I smiled when he said you looked beautiful and you added a whole list of reasons he might have said that which had nothing to do with you! But listen, you are beautiful and it shines out of every post you write. Thank you for your insight, wisdom and your love for him. It is great he has come back to you all.

All right! More Fig & Orchard chapters for a while longer then. Be sure to thank him on our behalf for the great plot twists. :)

I'm glad he's better. I've found it exhausting, though, to gear up for someone's death and then have them get better, no matter how welcome the reprieve: a little like, mutatis mutandi, starting a sneeze that doesn't finish. It may be a bit like that for the people who recover, as well.

Yes, what Fred said. Your writing is very perceptive and deft, Beth.

I love his hair!

Wow. How wonderful and how exhausting!

You are doing this so consciously! So lovingly. Thank you for sharing.
After my father died, he came to me in a dream and held me. Then he carefully explained how time was different where he now was. It was just the conversation we would have had... had he been alive.
And I didn't take it all for just a dream.

My father has never come to me in dreams since he died, but that makes perfect sense. He never did want to intrude.

Hi everyone, and thank you so much for your comments and for caring about this person and his saga. Today the first caregivers began work, and we did our best to prepare him (and them) for that change. J. and I are going back in the late afternoon and will spend tonight there. As of Friday, there will be caregivers round the clock, and we'll just have to see how he accepts the change from family to new faces. We are both pretty exhausted - more mentally than physically. Your comments and companionship have made the whole journey much easier; I haven't felt alone in it and writing here is giving me a way both to distill down the essence of what I see happening, and to process the emotional side of it. I'm grateful.

So beautifully, beautifully written. Thank you.

tashi, to you all...

you do well to share...and have such a gift for it!

society should teach us to become comfortable with death and birth.

nothing else puts things quite back so into proportion.

your words heal with their compassion and humanity, thankyou so much.

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