21 Friday Sep 2012
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© Joan Currie
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field
at the appearance of autumn.- Umberto Eco
I passed these lovely flowers on my walk today – even more beautiful now than when they were in full bloom.
18 Tuesday Sep 2012
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© Joan Currie – Mixed media
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
from A Moment of Happiness by Rumi
I love to linger in our own sweet, sweet world…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
12 Wednesday Sep 2012
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© Joan Currie – Blue bridge in Dublin, Ireland
Our last impression of her as she turned the corner was that smile, flung backward like a handful of flowers. Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
Trying to make every parting a beautiful memory…
© Joan Currie – Morning blues – I will miss the lattes and banana bread!
© Joan Currie – My favorite antique store…
26 Sunday Aug 2012
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© Khrystynana Kazakova
She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way.
from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks
Is the love that takes your breath away too painful to bear?
06 Monday Aug 2012
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© Joan Currie
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
from When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare
Tears came to my eyes when I found a keepsake box containing a pink sweetheart rose from my first prom corsage. It is lovely still!
30 Monday Jul 2012
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© Khrystyana Kazakova
…that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
from Ulysses by Lord Tennyson
Embrace your inner Olympian.
25 Wednesday Jul 2012
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© Joan Currie
I never heard
Of any true affection, but ’twas nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats
The leaves of the spring’s sweetest book, the rose.
by Middleton
I have a rose for every tender new dream.
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
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© Khrystyna Kazakova
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
from Ode: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth
Still searching for strength in the ruins of what was a beautiful life – rest in peace.
11 Wednesday Jul 2012
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© Joan Currie
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient tree, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
from Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love by Rilke
Glorious palette of colors, glorious day of love…
07 Saturday Jul 2012
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If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
from To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
You are adored still and forevermore….
Satin & Sand 