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Sparkling or Still

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/still-or-sparkling/

Having each day to do as I please is really too much time.

I may have driven a rig across country and racked up all those miles, not only 5 days

a week but usually 7 though now I feel busier as I learn new things

to fill my hours of daylight.  Then again maybe I always did

too much, just packed my day from the moment I opened my eyes till

I could no longer hold them open.

I saw highways filled with traffic and streets filled with people.

Now with each new day I see my yard filled with wildlife on the ground as well as in the trees.

I cook every meal no longer depending on a roach coach.

I never curl my hair like I used to when I drove with the big boys,  makeup no longer

desired as well.

Some days as I paint I look down shocked to see I never truly got dressed to

welcome the day.  Yes life is good being still but my world still sparkles all around me.

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Daily Post: Release Me/Life

Looking backing over my time here on WordPress it is clearly been a journey.
I have laughed and cried. I have shared ugly pictures and ones a little better. I have grown in ways I never thought possible.  Who knew sitting down at the computer and choosing a name for my blog,  would be the start to such a change in who I would become.  At first hesitant till I learned my way around. Then meeting people from all walks of life who shared their world.  Some take pretty photos that helped inspire me to shoot better each day. Some wrote poetry and invited me to join them though I floundered sadly there but I did make attempts, pushing myself out of my comfort zone.  Others shared their lives. The day-to-day goings on. Farming, cooking, travel some I knew a little bit about others opened my eyes  through their words or photos.

So back to the point of this challenge, Release Me. and it would have to be this post
Sharing the story of my decision  so long ago.

https://nutsfortreasure.wordpress.com/2013/02/18/the-day-has-come-to-share-a-little-more/

I am glad I wrote it and even more so for living it.  I am blessed for all I had and have and just over a month after that post I was clearly on my way to heal and let go at the retreat he had suggested.

So opening up and sharing this blog with the ones who would ultimately  decide in their own minds if I was awful or kind  was very hard but on the other hand I  always knew in my heart I made the decision for him and I could handle anything,  like sharing it with you.

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How can I pick which one

Until March I had never gone away,  well from anything besides my home and I shared it with the love of trucking.  I had two pups then that traveled coast to coast when loads took me that far away.

Then again there was one occasion when we had six of the seven from their litter and they were small but weaned, that I packed up them up into the van and left them with my brother.  There were their four children and the two of them perfect as that left a pup for each of them to dote on.  I took the parents of these pups overnight on a run to Maryland with my then husband, as we needed the load there quickly and he could not do the hours alone.

So as we jumped into the rig and headed down the road I could not get them out of my head.  They were the most rambunctious English Springer Spaniel’s, already with names.  Remington and Diamond showed no signs of missing them, as each mile south was behind us.  I was not very good company I missed them so much.  We  delivered the load and grabbed or return haul and headed north once again, me calling my brother at every truck stop, no there were only payphones back then.  He told me when I called they were having so much fun not to hurry back , can you imagine. Many of you know me by now I just put the hammer down and got back home, as quick as I could get those 18 wheels moving!

So that brings me back to March.  This year.  I knew the cat and dog would be fine here with their Dad but JT has been my constant sidekick  and if I was hurting so bad, I knew she would never understand why I was gone.

So while I missed  the man in my life, he understands why I went away  but my furry babies would be top on the list for me to be Home Sweet Home!

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Daily Prompt: We Can Be Taught!/To Love One’s Self And All Others

What makes a teacher great? Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.

What makes any teacher great is their ability to reach deep within one’s self and want to know all about it.  They will keep you on the edge of your seat.  They will hold your attention no matter the scene of beauty,  just outside the classrooms window.

I wish I had had those kind of teachers but sadly there was just one. 

As I have gone through this life of mine I have learned many lessons all on my own some very hard and some so wonderful.  I wish I had known  all that I know now but teaching comes not only from the ones paid to do so but by the paths you take along the way.

I am a teacher of sorts these days.  Reminding others to LOVE themselves first and to pass this love along be it in words or pretty photos,  of our gorgeous world,  that sadly seems to not have enough teachers to get the message across.

 Love one’s self and all others.

 

Peace and Love to each of you

 

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Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?/Play the guitar to a song I wrote.

Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t. Photographers, artists, poets: show us TALENT.

The Talent I wish I possessed would be to pick up a guitar and play it,  as I wrote the words for a lovely song . Short and sweet it is what I would desire to do,  even if no one ever heard the music or read the words, to just piece it together would be  the best!

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Daily Prompt: On the Edge/BALANCE

I spent years really living on the edge but a very slippery edge, indeed.

I was a trucker who worked and worked, never getting enough rest. I was young and fearless.

After a divorce and a bad wreck( no not of my doing, lol )thankfully, life for me was so very different.

I lost my balance. I fell. I fell into deep sadness. Yes I mucked about pretending all was well but clearly everyone could see how I had changed. I lost ME.

Well things are back on an even keel.

I have a blessed life.

I see that now.

I blog with people all over the world who have had such deep sadness in their lives. I also have some followers so full of joy, it is contagious.

You see I had stopped caring. I stopped LIVING.

When I found WordPress I was in search of who I was.

I had to pick a name for my new blog and it came easy, Living and Lovin, as that is really all I searched for.

I am here to tell you that I found it and then some.

I eat right now and actually exercise in the amounts I need. Balance it is a good thing.

I wake daily and with coffee see what blogging buddies are up too.

I eat breakfast and do the housework. For years I really had stopped caring.

I now work in my garden.

Play with the dog.

Have conversations with the love of my life.

I thought I had it all till sadly it was gone. My edge may have been different from yours but clearly living on the edge is hard for anyone eventually. It will catch up to you.

It has been a long winding road but finally no longer do I stand on a slippery slope of sadness and despair. No longer a part of the rat race of life. I have taken back who I really am. I wake each day thankful for all I have. I do stop to smell the ROSES, well all the flowers. How could I have gotten so far out of whack? Are others as well and still not knowing it?

For me it is about BALANCE.

Doing what needs to be done and making time for play.

I play usually with a camera in tow so now they can all see the change. Pretty dramatic even when I look back.

My wish for all of you is to find your balance. With work, love, life and play. When you are out of whack that is truly living on the edge.

PEACE

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Would You Leave?

Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home


If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?

I thought long and hard about this prompt.

Looking at my photograph above who would want to leave.

 

 

Many times it has crossed my mind,  like when nasty winter  Nor Easter’s roll in and dump huge amounts of snow.

You see I spent many years living a nomadic life,  in a big rig traveling here and there  but there were days I begged for a load to go back HOME.

 

I need a Home.

It is where I belong.

It would allow me to go play on the road knowing it was there to come back to.

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Daily Prompt: Keep Out/ Hoping My Child Will Not Dig Deep Into My Blog

You asked if there were someone we would not want to read our blog and immediately I thought of my son.

Yes I do not mind if he looks at all the pretty photographs and all of your posts I have re-blogged.

Why I want him to KEEP OUT is I do not want him to know how much pain I used to be in.  See it is key that he gets to see

how very happy I am today.

Happiness spreads Joy and  Sadness spreads Pain.

We are both to BE HAPPY for the rest of our days.

So Keep Out

Mike

BE HAPPY!

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Daily Prompt: Tables Turned/Me

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Daily Prompt: Tables Turned

Are as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISCOMFORT.

This is an easy one for me NO.

No I hate having my photo taken once every four years,  at renewal time for driving,  is bad enough!

Never been comfortable with  someone aiming that object at me,  no wonder I shoot mostly nature shots!

I know how they feel!

I do not look for praise in print much either,  just a thank you face to face for something I did is good enough for me.

I seem to be pretty  normal well maybe not,  do you like prancing around and posing for the camera,  maybe I am quite the

oddity after all.

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Daily Prompt: Rolling Stone/My World

Trucking
My Last Rig

My world is broken in two.

The one above, there in my rig, took me to some of the most wonderful places a girl could go.

Home Sweet Home 2
Home Sweet Home

My home is now filled with LOVE

I swear I appreciate that more than you will ever know.

 

So I am torn

If I ever came into enough cash,  I worry down the road I would leave this place I love.

Never of course  until all who call this place home with me have passed on.   You don’t  hear about too many woman my age running away from home.  I suppose he would go with me but it is not fair to ask another to live your dream is it?

 

You see all the miles I drove my own rig I only worried about me.I went where the loads took me.

Never just one place .  I just went.  All across this country of ours.

I am a rolling stone in my heart I know this but I try to settle myself the best I can and do things around this place to show how grateful I am but it is hard.

The open road calls to me.

I know I make it sound sort of romantic  but for me it is.

I love my country.

I love its people.

I love driving in my own rig and taking pride in the fact I am a female driver and a really good one.

I love waking in a different spot each morning and  as I say this to you I also know I love it here.  With the man I love so very much and the best Cat and Dog anyone could ever ask for,  always laying at my feet or with us in bed.

I have a new family now and a life far from the road well not far,  I can hear rigs late at night doing what I loved.
I miss it really bad but maybe an RV and lots of cash and  our cat and dog with the  two of us,  heading down an US highway would be OK, maybe it would  take some of the pain away but there is nothing like driving a big rig.  It get’s into your blood I swear it does. He told me if he ever hit the lottery he would buy me a new one,  you see he knows I am truly a Rolling Stone and loves me enough to want to see me HAPPY.

I just wish I could stop missing the road.

 

 

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Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror/There She Is

Mirror Mirror

When I look into to the mirror I see me Smile

It  has so very long since I really smiled.

Yes I have wrinkles but I still see my Blue Eyes.

My hair now looks as it did when I was 16,  yes a MESS!

Long and unruly and  no longer highlighted.

As I lose the weight I packed on with sadness and injuries,

I begin to look more and more like the girl I used to be

OH but a LOT OLDER

 

🙂

Peace

 

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Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest?/Blogs I follow

I must say when I go down the list of who I follow through my blog at  Living and Lovin I see so many who are just like me.  Like minded. Nature lovers. Pet owners. Gardeners of flowers and food. 

I once wondered if anyone of my friends would bother to read what I had to say and share by way of a photo here and there and quickly got a true lesson in life,  not many if any,  take the time to read what I have to say but among the thousands here at WordPress I have a circle of friends who have stuck with me,  as I began this journey and are still there just over a year latter. 

Blogs come and go but I seem to have enough photos or strange stories to keep a few coming back.  They are all eclectic and lived a full life,  the same as I did and seem to appreciate all life has to offer.

Poems, story-telling and news breaking stories worthy of my re-blogs  I love them all,  for with each post they write  they share just that little bit of themselves.

I may get lost in all I have going on at times but the real connections are there and for that I am so grateful..

 

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» Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal/My Life

I love this potion!
Now I can rest,  no longer having to race around to see and do it all.
I am tired from trying to take it all in.
What a beautiful life I can now have,  sitting back and enjoying all of what life has to offer.
No more wondering how many days I will have left to smile and capture that perfect moment with my camera.
 My  only wish is that there would be enough to share with those I love,  so they could sit beside me forever and soak in all this beauty that surrounds us if only we open our eyes to see.

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Alone With My Beads/Daily Prompt: The Zone

Inspiration comes in many forms but when it happens to me I either grab a camera or my Blue Tray upon which I do my Beading.

I head into the spare bedroom,  though there is no bed and open up the many drawers and containers I have full of beads.  As I poke around I zero in on the colors I have available.  I used to just have colors of the Sea.  I have been beading for two years now and have some of each color it seems.

So with tray in one hand I begin to add beads, needles, thread and findings to complete a project.  Who knows if I will sit and work it to the end or put it aside half-finished for a later day.

Even when gathering the supplies to make something pretty and new,  I slip into THE ZONE.  You have to or the creative juices can stop flowing,  even before you begin.

Now with all I think I will need,  piled high upon my blue tray,  I sit at the table over looking the yard and river with my dog and cat close by.  I add the string to my needle,  usually Fireline so the piece will last for years and then I use the needle to pick up one tiny seed bead at a time.  I like using 15’s and 11’s the best.  They are very tiny.  I have to focus or prick myself.

As I sit and pick up each one and add them into my design it starts to come together nicely and as I do the world seems to stop.  Yes I enter THE ZONE rather quickly when I place that Blue Beading Tray in front of me.

Do you BEAD?

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Have a great day getting lost in THE ZONE!

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I Always Seem To FIGHT

The Daily Post Prompt Fight or Flight!

Looking back at my adult years for some reason I always rush in.

I never stop and take the time to see if there will be any danger in doing so.

Maybe it started in my home as a child and Dad pulling over to help stranded motorists or maybe all the years I was a Girl Scout.

I have met some wonderful people by stopping and asking “Can I help you?”

Some I didn’t have to ask because if I had not done something they would have died.   I could do with out worry and drama but it is who I am,  I recuse animals or people and yes there have been times I wish I had put more thought into it.