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Page one…

15 Friday Jun 2012

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© Joan Currie – Journal cover

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something looseknit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes to mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.
by Virginia Woolf

I created my journal cover (above) with a painted section of fabric from a vintage Joseph Ribhoff jacket.

Fabric Cover Construction Methods:
Creativity Prompt
Candace Jedrowicz
Country Living 

Believing in you…

02 Saturday Jun 2012

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The more I search for my significance,
Seems the more I disappear.
And I wonder, have I made a difference in anybody’s life
Since I’ve been here. 
And I can hear your laughter
It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever known
I don’t know how love happens,
But I know I’ not alone.
And I do have faith in you. 
lyrics from Faith in You by Randy Travis

I have always had your back, too.

Loving again and again…

01 Friday Jun 2012

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© Joan Currie

If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
‘I love her for her smile – her look – her way
Of speaking gently, – for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee – and love,
so wrought.
from If Though Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

 Surely after all these years our love is transcendent.

Failure to thrive…

24 Thursday May 2012

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© Lauren DiMarco

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
from Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

Hold me, kiss me, love me…

The end of pillow talk…

23 Wednesday May 2012

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© Joan Currie

Lie still, lie still my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.
by Christina Rossetti

Thinking of the days that will never be…

Me, myself this time…

22 Tuesday May 2012

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© Kevin Osmond Man – detail

Eventually, however, you discover that you have nurtured in another what you should have nurtured in yourself and you are left empty. Even damaged. Bending your will to his, you lose your own passions and dreams.
from Labyrinth of Desire by Rosemary Sullivan

The cost of loving you has proven to be too high.

Model: Lauren DiMarco

Feline soul…

09 Wednesday May 2012

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© Creative Smiles Photography

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
from Pablo Neruda’s poem Cat’s Dream, translated by Alastair Reid

I love the way you sleep.

Model: Lauren DiMarco

Afterthoughts…

08 Tuesday May 2012

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© Todd Hido

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott 

I wish you would articulate your love for me.

Model: Khrystynana Kazakova