26 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in Garden, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
by Emily Dickinson – Autumn
My garden cherub beholds fall’s dramatic show of color.
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23 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in Art, Dance, Design, Photography, Reflections, Writing
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© Joan Currie
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.
22 Tuesday Nov 2011
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21 Monday Nov 2011
Posted in Food, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
A wagon stopped before the house; she heard
The heavy oilskins of the grocer’s man
Slapping against his legs. Of a sudden whirred
Her heart like a frightened partridge, and she ran
And slid the bolt, leaving his entrance free;
Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My table is laden with the fecundity of the season.
16 Wednesday Nov 2011
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© Lauren DiMarco
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks,
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
(Anonymous, English)
I miss our sweet bodies intertwined.
05 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in Art, Design, Music, Photography, Reflections
© 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
Posted in Art, Fashion, Music, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
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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
Posted in Art, Crafts, Design, Music, Photography, Reflections
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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.
20 Thursday Oct 2011
Posted in Music, Photography, Reflections
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© Joan Currie - In the Mirror
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Someone Like You by Adele
Here I am!
Model: Lauren DiMarco
18 Tuesday Oct 2011
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Reflections
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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.
Satin & Sand 