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Pass Me A Smile

Today it rained and then it fogged,

I couldn’t see and so I blogged.

I told a story of a time where men,

spoke of their problems and were gentlemen.

This time is gone and now I see,

that all that’s left can’t surely be.

What happened to the days in which,

doors were held open and no lies were stitched.

I have a dream and let it be said

when I rest my head and go to bed.

Life is simple and can be cruel

don’t let it drag you like a mule.

Smile and laugh and make good decisions,

and soon you will see you dreams come to fruition.

© Christina Laureano 2014


Do you make pretty things you want to sell?

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

I have set up a new blog where those who I follow and who follow me can post what they make.  Handcrafted items made by YOU. 

Do a blog post and add it here and I will promote it in my stores and get the word out as well.

I know it has my bracelet on header but ideally once a week to have one of your photos run there would be fun too!

Email me at Eunice356@gmail and let me know if you make something you would like to have showcased and generate some sales on.  Once I add you as a contributor you can post or I can re-blog if you do a post on your blog.


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Dreaming into daytime
Hope that begins to take place
Unpredictable people hiding their fears
Unconscious looks all over their face

Fluently speaking to others
Some making no sense at all
Dreamers keep on dreaming
I continue to fall

My dreams somehow have ended
I’m walking in my sleep
Tomorrow’s never coming
I’m fading to the deep

I’m seeing the man in the window
He’s talking to me day-to-day
Dreamlands lost it’s luring
My nights are filled with gray


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Daily Prompt: Exhale/No One Got Hurt

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:


My Last Rig

I started out early one morning yes before the sun came up, as do most truckers.  I had delivered one load of water, with my tanker,  a few hours south of Boston.  I stopped for coffee,  for the ride back up to the mountains for my second load of the day.  I walked around my rig kicking each tire as I do after hauling a load for few hours, all was good they were all still up and lights all were working properly so I made my way back into the driver’s seat.

I made the trip up into the mountains of New Hampshire for another tanker full of Spring Water.  I took three or four loads a day,  six to seven days a week into the bottling plants as we prepared for Y2K, do you remember that in 1999,  as the world worried about life as…

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Right2Write Prompt 9: Stop Terrorism

Her tears cascaded slowly down collecting on the photo album that she guarded with all her capability. Abigail and her father were so close , they did everything together. The night before he left they had spent the night arm in arm. He promised Abigail he would bring her something special when he returned.

It was on the third day after he had left , the warnings began to come in . According to the news ,bombing threats were in place as the government was telling people to take cover and remain inside.  Abigail was in school waiting for her mom to come pick her up when the first strike hit. the bombs fell randomly . Bridges had been knocked out and buildings had been leveled as  roads were impassable. The next strike hit as Abigail’s mom was turning into the school parking lot. A cluster of bombs hit the school as she watched in horror, jumping from the car she ran to what was left of the school.  Wandering the hallways screaming Abigail’s name seemed like an eternity for her.

The doorbell rang startling her as she returned to reality . Quickly she wiped the tears from her face walking to the door. It had been one year to the date since the bombings had happen in their small town. A smile broke on her face as Abigail walked through the door . Listening to little Abigail telling her about their trip to the cemetery to put flowers on her dads grave . She said to her mom that she and grandma made a sign for daddy’s grave that said please stop terrorism….


sand sculpture by Sudarshan Pattnaik



While Reading Your Blogs

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:


While reading your blogs I realized how much I missed mine. Each day I want to write and share but usually nothing comes. Since April it has been very hard. Seems before it was easy to express myself and now being cleared of all the CLUTTER within me leaves me wondering if I really have much to say.
I am so happy poor but very, very happy. I am at peace and seems I had posts so full of sadness and despair oh yes Joy as well if you looked deeper within it was there but really I was just not whole.

I still see things others will never get and it is OK maybe they are not meant to.

Ok on with today’s RARE BLOG really from me NOT A RE-BLOG he he READY?

So I have not seen much of my Mom since my return from retreat…

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year of retention


chill in the air

it comes as we sleep

another years awareness

I’m trying to keep

some being easy

some being hard

some fight retention

some that are scarred

daily battles move forward

I sometimes look back

most days are smooth

some under attack

friends change around me

I have no control

change on the surface

there’s change in my soul



floating in space



sitting in space

my mind is a blur

as thinking flies through me

I try to transfer

excitement is hanging

calmness is tame

memory being sporadic

existence  is framed

watching from outside

I see what to do

making the connection

then its withdrew

fear that controls me

I can’t seem to appease

I’m lost and I’m floating

waiting to seize




Daily Prompt: Viral/Welcome To Living and Lovin

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

The weather in New England has been pretty amazing this summer, some heat and lots of pretty sunshine. There were times we swore it would never stop raining but it did and gardens went in and flowers began to grow.




The insects decided it was time to stop by the garden too!


The seeds I planted for food also began to show they were loving the weather.
Yes that is a String Bean blossom and bean on its way to get big enough to eat.




As you can see I love taking photos.  I just never thought to show anyone else.  I am glad you stopped by to see what I was all about.  I am evolving and growing and finding a place here on Word Press for the ones I FOLLOW to stop in and say Hello.

I tell stories, some with photos others so colorful…

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Daily Prompt: On the Edge/BALANCE

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

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.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Fit to Write/ Going away to be whole again

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Been sad and hurt for too long.

Was told by a child I had placed for adoption,  to go away,  as he had done to find peace and love within again.

I had never meditated before and yes I was worried but I also knew deep inside something had to change.

It was time for me to finally be whole.  So I booked by 10 day stay and in the following months while I waited for my day to

come to take the first step,  there were so many days I thought I would cancel but I did not.

I went away from home for the first time all alone.

I took an oath of silence.

I learned how to meditate.

I learned that I was really strong not broken as I had thought.

Over those ten days away I meditated in silence,  for 100 hours.  Yes it was hard…

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The new timzauto

Taken about two weeks ago…..it’s been a long road….but the bumps aren’t quite as bad…


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