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August 20, 2021


Your drawings and reflections are breath of sanity in a highly ill world. Cassandra indeed. A notoriously difficult role on the stage (O horror! O Apollo! O etc.!)and an even rougher one to play in these harrowing post-modern times. I appreciate the Cassandras of this world. A voice crying out in the wilderness. Please keep the drawings and the reflections coming.

I am so grateful for your postings each time I read one. This one feels like a personal gift in its timing. What has helped for me is writing a little each day, drawing or painting, music, cooking and gardening, some movement, connecting with others of all kinds. Do I get to all of this each day? No, alas far from it, but I notice when I do some of these things some days, there is something sustaining that on good days feels like wind in a sail perhaps. And so important the caring for ourselves as the starting point and the returning point (even if it is again and again).

I too am mourning much from afar as well as close to home which I will leave unspoken.
Reading your words today, seeing your drawings and the invitation to share (which I do not do often) all lightened things for me. Thank you, Beth.

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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.