30 Friday Dec 2011
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I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
from What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why by Edna St. Vincent Millay
But what a song it was – it mattered not how short!
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20 Tuesday Dec 2011
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© Joan Currie - Watercolor
Music is indeed the most beautiful of all Heaven’s gifts to humanity wandering in the darkness. Alone it calms, enlightens, and stills our souls. – Tchaikovsky
Tchaikovsky’s score for the Nutcracker ballet is my favorite music of the holiday along with a dozen classic carols.
18 Sunday Dec 2011
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Have a holly, jolly Christmas,
It’s the best time of the year,
I don’t know if there’ll be snow,
But have a cup of cheer.
A Holly Jolly Christmas by Johnny Marks – sung by Michael Bublé
Voilà – this year’s gingerbread house thanks to very thick royal frosting!
Photo: James Currie
04 Sunday Dec 2011
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For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes
faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face.
from Anne of Avonlea by Lucy Maud Montgomery
I always have great hopes for a romantic holiday season.
29 Tuesday Nov 2011
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What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
from Color by Christina Rossetti
A pear – my favorite shape of late.
Watercolor © Joan Currie
23 Wednesday Nov 2011
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Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty? And yet it all seems limitless.
from The Sheltering Sky movie, based on the book by Paul Bowles
Thanksgiving is almost upon us – savor every sweet moment of it.
05 Saturday Nov 2011
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© Joan Currie – Watercolor
And who do you think you are
Running ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
from Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri
He kept only my heart.
31 Monday Oct 2011
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Did I say that I need you?
Did I saw that I want you?
Oh, if I didn’t I’m a fool you see
No one knows this more than me.
Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
I can’t let you go!
28 Friday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?
U2
My guardian angel in the corner of the room.
18 Tuesday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
from The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The spirits of the dead swirled all around me on my walk today.
