« A Year in a Sketchbook | Main | Snowy Fields, Taking Flight »

March 20, 2024


Congratulations on 21 years of writing/blogging! It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. The years really do be shorter the more we progress through them. I’m glad you’ve kept at it and I look forward to seeing more!

Doing anything for twenty one years is a big accomplishment, but I wonder what the total for the cassandrapages is in words and number of posts! I doubt you have a way of telling, but if you do please add pictures and artwork into the totals too! I think it would be astounding, considering that each piece meant something at the time it was posted and almost always the meaning has persisted. It's a mega accomplishment!

Hi Beth, I'm glad you're still writing here. I have a few blogs that I have saved to read but many have stopped, gotten tired of it, couldn't make money at it.

I wonder why you decided to move to a high rise. It seems like it would be convenient and easy to leave if you want to travel (with a cat sitter) but removed from nature. This morning it is 19F here, windy and the power is out. We can start the generator if it goes on too long so I can imagine living somewhere the maintenance is someone else's (younger) problem. Still, I have a wide view of the mountains and the flood plain forest below our house and it is peaceful except the howling wind.

And we have to put the plow back on the truck for the storm coming in this weekend.

Happy 21st anniversary to Cassandra pages! I really appreciate what you do here. xo

Beth, thank you for continuing to share this space with us. As you say, identity and aging are curious things: I was recently looking at a photo of myself from University, 29 years ago, and it was both no time at all and a lifetime. It’s good to keep threads going, to remind us of where we’ve been, where we are, and where we might go. Making peace with that is important, I think.

Best wishes,

(And I still choose my reading with half an eye to the end-of-year lists we share here!)

long live the poetry blogs!

Grateful for your many years of blogging.

I'm wondering who created the lovely macrame.

As to social media I signed up to Facebook about ten years ago then wiped out all traces of myself twenty minutes later. For various reasons but primarily I felt I was under its control. Blogging, on the other hand, is anything one wants it to be. I started out devoted to science, engineering and technology, feeling these fields were undervalued. Quixotically switched solely to music (blogonym: Lorenzo da Ponte) but found I lacked the necessary technical foundations. Then became more generalised under the carelessly chosen blogonym Tone Deaf which came back to haunt me when I took up, weekly singing lesson seven years ago.

Cassandra Pages and its ship's master have always been an important influence on my blogging. Predominantly with regard to music (I came close to tears when B decided to leave the cathedral choir; once - via a complicated route - I'd actually seen and heard her sing). But also in re. verse-writing when I was unexpectedly tempted to tackle the Annunciation. And I received encouragement with my fiction when I admitted to the world at large I discovered I wrote more freely about women rathen than men. Many many thanks.

Thank you, Robbie, for these kind words and for being a blogging companion for a long time now. In the past year or two, especially, I've found you quite inspiring as you've navigated difficulties with courage, grace, and humor. May I do the same, when that time comes in my own life! I agree so much with your comments on social media vs blogging. I don't want to be controlled by any commercial platform, and frankly I don't want to be brought down by the superficiality, smallness, and inanity of so much that goes on there. I do appreciate the community of creative friends I've found on Instagram, but the constant ads are a huge annoyance. For me, that platform is for images only, not writing, and the blog continues to be where I put (less frequently these days) my thoughts.

The music thing isn't entirely resolved for me. I attended all the Holy Week services as a parishioner and truly enjoyed the high-quality music that was offered by my (former) choir -- the final one, on Easter Evensong, was Benjamin Britten's cantata "Rejoice in the Lamb" with its weird and wonderful text by Christopher Smart -- a piece I've sung many times. I was also glad not to be exhausted by the marathon of rehearsals and services. I'm playing the piano a good deal and practicing fairly seriously, but I do miss singing. We shall see what happens over the next year!

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo

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.