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Sister Mary Annunciata handed out the list of things we had to bring to school by the end of the week. It was September 15, 1953 the first week of my 1st grade. Although I had attended kindergarten at the same school, I was scared. The thought of filling a list of things to bring to school was intimidating. I wanted to make sure I got it right.

After school my mother sent me out with my older sister to get the supplies on the list:

a) a notebook
b) 2 – #2 pencils
c) a pencil sharpener
d) a pencil box
e) an eraser
f) a ruler

images4574PYC7I was excited as I picked out each item. The pencil box was made of smooth pale wood with a flat surface that slid the box open when you pushed on the notch. Everything fit inside of it perfectly. The next day I was ready with all of my items. The students who brought all of the items to class received a gold star next to their name. I was proud. I smiled all the way back to my seat. You see, we got to put the gold star next to our own names.


imagesDHOSP21DDuring the first week we received our catechism book, prayer book, rosary beads and a laminated bookmark with an image of a saint on the front and a prayer on the back. We were supposed to mark where we were in our catechism book with it. We were to recite the pray on the back to the saint on the bookmark whenever we found ourselves in a moment of weakness or loss of faith. I often did as I always found myself in a state of fear of not meeting up to getting that gold star again.


cath%20BN156_BN156M[1] Sister Mary Annunciata was angelic in her features. She was petite and had a pretty smile. A stiff white material surrounded her face showcasing her pink skin and white teeth. The black habit covered her all the way down to her ankles. Tiny black toes from her shoes stuck out. Long rosary beads hung from her waist and jingled as she walked. All this meant nothing since her harsh tone could let you know instantly if you were not in her favor.

imagesZHL4X2RBThe second week of school we were going to learn how to write the letters of the alphabet. Eventually, we would be learning to how write our names. I was thrilled. I wanted to learn how to write so much.

First there were rules we needed to know:
1) No pointing our pencil at anyone
2) We could not sharpen our pencils unless we raised our hand and asked
3) No erasing what we had written
4) No writing on our desks

Finally, after waiting and waiting, we were going to write. I took out my #2 yellow pencil and held it in my hand. It fit perfectly. Now, I was going to be a writer. My journey was about to begin.
No other instrument has had as much influence on my life as that pencil did. There was something powerful in that first encounter. When I read the short inspirational parable below I felt all of the same feelings I felt when I first held that # 2 yellow pencil.
I hope you can remember your feelings when you first became enamored with the art of writing.
What were they????
copyright 2014 written byIsadora

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Pencil Parable – an Inspirational story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”

1) “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in someone’s hand.”

2) “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you’ll need it to become a better pencil.”

3) “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”

4) “The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.”

5) “On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.”

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with yourself. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

1) You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God’s hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

2) You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you’ll need it to become a stronger person.

3) You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

4) The most important part of you will always be what’s on the inside.

5) On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable of the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

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It is in loving, not in being loved, the heart is blessed;
It is in giving, not in seeking gifts, we find our quest;
Whatever be your longing or your need, that give;
So shall your soul be fed and you indeed shall love.

This weekend some will be celebrating the Christian celebration of Easter. My effort to write something that represented some type of story based on religion, culture and life was difficult. It was arduous to choose from so many myths and complex dogmas I have in my life. They were taught to me by a schizophrenic depressed mother who was obsessed with religion; a step below fanatical. She practiced a combination of Catholicism, Buddhism, Santeria, Espiritismo, Judaism and fixated Mythologies and Philosophy. I lived in a Hasidic Orthodox Jewish neighborhood which added to my confusion. I went to Catholic school by day and heard my friends talk about the Torah they studied in the afternoon. I grew up thinking everyone was multi-religious. In respect to the first religion I was taught through Baptism, I chose to write a poem from my Catholicism. Peace be with you, Happy Easter … !!!!
Isadora
copyright
2014 written by Isadora

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Lord Speak To Me

Lord, speak to me in such a way
That I may surely know
The purpose that You have for me;
The path that I must go.

Then, when the pathway is made clear,
And the journey I begin;
When fear and doubt start creeping in
Please speak to me again.

Remind me of Your presence, Lord,
Each mile along the way.
Let not my steps grow weary
Keep speaking, lest I stray.

The roadblocks will be many,
Dead ends I’m sure to see;
But I’ll reach my destination, Lord,
Because You spoke to me.

One Body One Bread

No matter where we are in life,
There remains a part of us that
Draws support from and nurturing
From someone with more experience …..
Namaste …

Each Thursday Becca hosts Nurturing Thursdays … if any of my readers are interested in joining the nurturing, I applaud and welcome you to do so … the more the merrier!!

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Nurturing Blogs:

http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/nurturing-thurs-in-a-moment/ http://megevans.com/2014/04/17/dandelions-nurturing-thursday/ http://lauriesnotes.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/nurturing-thursday-what-is-here/

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Orange Characteristics
Orange is the color of vitality and endurance. It’s a power color and one of the healing colors. It’s said to increase the craving for food. It stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere.

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Orange Energy
Orange is one of the healing colors. While red is associated with fiery heat, orange is associated with the benign warmth of the sun. A dynamic color, orange offers a more thoughtful control than explosive red. Curiosity is a driving characteristic of orange, and with it comes exploration of new things.

Lady Gaga – Orange Coloured

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Grandma Rockin'

Things have been goin’ real well here at my new home at the assisted living. The newest thing to be added to the recreation center has been art and craft classes. Sue Anne is the teachers’ name. She has all kinds of talent. Just last week we were learnin’ how to paint a tree. She comes over to help each and every one of us.

imagesCAT7ESIKBless her heart she thought Mary Lou was drawing’ a short little tree. It turned out she was paintin’ a flower. Mary Lou’s married to Dr. Wong Cho. I mentioned him last time we visited. She doesn’t always understand what’s being said. Sweet lil thing … and she is little … just about 4 foot tall, always has a smile on her face and dresses real nice too.

Well, the girls and I got to talkin’ and decided we should do something real nice for Sue Anne. A fine welcome luncheon at the dining room seemed like a good idea. Sue Anne was tickled pink.

We dined on a green salad, creamy broccoli soup and steamed chicken with mashed potatoes while we sipped on sweet tea. We ate some key lime pie with our coffee and told a few jokes. I thought I’d share some of them with ya’ll.

Sue Anne told us she had a real good time. She wants us all to bring in some art and craft ideas for the next class. She told me she wouldn’t mind me teachin’ the class some time on how to knit. Bless her heart ….!!!!!

Live Well
Laugh Often
Love Much

Fondly, Mabel

Copyright2014©written by Isadora

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‘OLD’ IS WHEN…

Your sweetie says, ‘Let’s go upstairs
and make love,’ and you answer,
‘Pick one; I can’t do both!’

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
Your friends compliment you
on your new alligator shoes
and you’re barefoot.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
A sexy babe catches your fancy
and your pacemaker opens the garage door,

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
Going braless
pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
You don’t care where your spouse goes,
just as long as you don’t have to go along.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…

You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
‘Getting a little action’
means you don’t need to take any fiber today.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…

‘Getting lucky’ means you find your car
in the parking lot.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
An ‘all nighter’ means not getting up
to use the bathroom.

AND

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
You’re not sure these are jokes …..!!!!

Come back to see what else Mabel is Pondering …..
Mabel

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***** FICTION – Mabel is a character I’ve created from the experiences I’ve encountered with many elderly people who live in the Sunshine State of Florida.

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zen-zen[1]Unfortunately, this has been an extremely busy week for me making it difficult to visit your blogs or participate in many of the challenges I enjoy. Here is a reblog … I hope this helps you learn about something in yourself that you hadn’t realized needs nurturing.

If you haven’t read it … it’s new.
If you have read it … it’s a refresher to begin.

Namaste ….
Isadora <3

imagesCAA3C4OZIn keeping with my word a month to Nurture Yourself – the word for November is Focus. To focus (estar enfocado – Spanish) is to direct your attention at something specific; or as in a camera to make something clear; maximum clarity or distinctness of an idea; a series of thoughts, visions or feelings that happen; an idea or vision that is created in your imagination and that is not real; something that you have wanted very much to do, be , or have for a long time.

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As you can see from the cartoon above, we all want to feel whole or complete about our inner self as much as we do about our outer self. Sometimes, we mask the way we feel inside by showcasing ourselves on the outside with pretty things. Fashion manufacturer advertise and promote to this weakness.

We don’t want to see the lack of focus about our inner self. But, we should. There is more to focusing than creating an image of who we think we are or should be. Our entire life depends on us focusing even if it’s just to drive a car. How many times have you parked somewhere only to find yourself lost because you have forgotten where you parked.
Lack of focus
…..

We’re lost in our day to day issues in our overstimulated life. We haven’t the time to stop, breathe or focus. We need to be on the go to achieve and succeed in the many things we want that we can’t stop. We’re distracted. We lose our ability to see all in us.
A quiet time to pull back from all of the tensions, anxiety, pressures and worries is what’s needed to get us back in focus
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5 Steps to Help Us Focus …. from Troy Carter

•Focus requires not thinking about the past or the future
• Focus concerns only what is happening right now
• Meditation focuses your attention on the present moment
• During meditation the rhythm of your breath can become your focus
• With daily meditation, focus comes more frequently and more easily

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Nurture Yourself to focus by taking short amounts of time every day to meditate on learning how to focus more intently. Let your issues float away. Communing with nature can help you to find your inner circle in your day. Practice and repetition of quiet moments will help your inner self-grow and your outer self-glow.

Namaste
Isadora

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♥MICHEL PEPE – Terre Enchanteresse♥

Daily Thought – Seize every day as an adventure and your spirit will soar when you discover the wonderful surprises life has to offer.

Nurturing Yourself – by inviting Love

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In March, I posted a Nurturing Yourself post about Love. If you missed it here is the link.

http://insidethemindofisadora.com/2014/03/13/nurturing-yourself-with-love/

I had this parable a friend had sent me about Love I wanted to add to those thoughts. It has an insightful and touching ending with a profound lesson. I’ve decided to write about Love again for those who grew up without it and are seekers of fulfilling those nurturing years. Copyright 2014©written by Isadora

Soothing meditative music for you to listen to while reading this parable …. Namaste Isadora

I gift myself with the power to Love myself ….

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The Guests

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.
She did not recognize them.

She said, “I do not know you. Are you hungry? Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”

“No,” she replied. “He’s out”.

“Then we cannot come in,” they replied.

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In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them to come in!”

The woman went out and invited them in.

“We do not go into a HOUSE together,” they replied.

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing another, “His name is Success,” and “I am Love.”
Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you would like to come in.”

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The woman went in and told the husband what was said.
Her husband was overjoyed.

“How nice!” he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth!”

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the room.

She jumped in with her suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with Love!”

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Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to the wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking to the house. The other 2 got up and followed him.

Surprised, the woman asked Wealth and Success, “Why are you coming in? I only invited Love.”

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The old men replied together: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but you invited Love. Wherever he goes we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is Wealth and Success!!!!”

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Nurture Yourself with these Wishes …

Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy
Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed
confidence in your ability to work through it.
Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I wish you
understanding, patience and renewed strength.
Where there is fear, I wish you courage and Love
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***** photography by Dreamtime – http://www.dreamstime.com/ and Google images

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“Yes, How Old We Get”

For some time now, I’ve noticed the changes on his face. I knew they were going to come, eventually. The lines of a life lived were growing with each day.

“Will you still love me when that’s all you see?, he asked.

I said, “My eyes are always mesmerized by you”.

A smile of ease appeared on his face. He understood, all I could see were his almond dark chocolate eyes. A secret, only, we know.

Yes, how old we get,
But never lose our beauty,
We merely move it.

Soon, we begin to count our blessings not our tears. Soon, we begin to count our age by friends not by years. Then, soon, the lines from our faces become blessings in our hearts.

Yes, how old we get,
But never lose our passion,
Loving devotion.
copyright2014©written by Isadora

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Music is an art form whose medium is sound and silence. Its common elements are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics, and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture. The word derives from Greek μουσική mousike; “art of the Muses”. Info from Wikipedia

Evolution of Music

11th century-
Salve Regina

1600s-
Canon in D – Pachelbel

1800s-
Symphony No. 5 – Beethoven

1910s-
Danny Boy – Frederic Weatherly

1920s-
Old Man River – Jerome Kern & Oscar Hammerstein II

1930s-
Minnie The Moocher – Cab Calloway

1940s-
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy – The Andrew Sisters

1950s-
I Walk The Line – Johnny Cash
La Bamba – Ritchie Valens

1960s-
Stand By Me – Ben E King
Barbara Ann – Beach Boys
I Want To Hold Your Hand – The Beatles
Respect – Aretha Franklin

1970s-
ABC – Jackson 5
Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

1980s-
Celebration – Kool & The Gang
Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey
Thriller – Michael Jackson

1990s-
Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer
…Baby One More Time – Britney Spears
Say My Name – Destiny’s Child
I Want It That Way – The Backstreet Boys

2000s
Hey Ya! – Outkast
Drop it Like Its Hot – Snoop Dogg
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira
Single Ladies – Beyoncé
I Kissed A Girl – Katy Perry
Bad Romance – Lady Gaga
I Gotta Feelin – Black Eyed Peas

2010s-
Baby – Justin Bieber
We Found Love – Rihanna
Some Nights – Fun.
Somebody That I Used To Know – Gotye
Gangnam Style – Psy
Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen
Official web-site for PTX – http://ptxofficial.com/home

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Headliners

***** In the newspaper this morning, there was a story reported about an elderly man who was struck by 3 youths when he answered his doorbell. Passed out on the floor, they ram shacked his home searching for everything they could steal from him then drove off with it in his car. It brought back an unfortunate memory about our home invasion I’ve written about here.

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It was a small little ad posted in the newspapers Police Blotter.
It read:

Suburban Home Invasion

In the quiet suburban community of Long Islands,
North Babylon, burglars invaded a home on New York
Avenue on October 28th. Police are looking for the suspects. Anyone with information, please contact: Officer Smith (212) 000 – 0000

My home invasion was in the newspaper. Thoughts of the night before rushed into my mind as I read the report. A violation of my family’s security was diminished to a small blurb in a newspaper police blotter.

I could hardly believe my eyes when we drove up our driveway and saw the house lit up. It looked like a Christmas tree dazzling bright. The house looked like a party going on inside. We had left our security lights on and connected to our very reliable timer. It was set to turn them on and turning off. We assumed the timer had broken leaving the light on constantly.

We had left for the weekend to attend a family wedding. It was a two hour drive there and back. We decided to stay with family. My three children would attend the pre – wedding events. A neighbors’ daughter would babysit at my in-laws for the wedding ceremony. My husband and I were excited to have a little weekend get-a-way. It was a rare treat for us.

They must have been watching the house. They had to have known about our being away. They had a good time at our expense. They had a destructive vengeance towards our way of life.

Did you find pleasure in smashing those pumpkins my kids had decorated for Halloween?

Were the shampoo bottles you punctured and carefully placed among clothes, allowing them to ooze out, a source of great elation?
Was the beer you splattered all over the walls, creating a sap of sugary syrup everywhere, a joyful contest amongst all of you?

How about those newspapers you rolled into wads and placed very carefully in the oven for a fire to begin give you a blissful feeling?

And those dark blue police uniforms you decided to cut-up, pour oil and crack eggs all over a sign of your indifference and defiance of authority?

It breaks my heart when I remember the look on my children’s faces. They were so overcome. The thought that someone could be that destructive in their home was incomprehensible to them.

We all cried.

Our house could have been burned down to the ground.

I guess you had never cooked anything in your life. The oven hadn’t been turned on; at all. It was the timer you set. I am so glad you hadn’t gone back to check. I am so glad you didn’t burn our home.

Did you enjoy yourselves?

The police said it was several of you. There was too much destruction and damage for just one scoundrel. You have chosen your life of crime but it will catch up to you.

Maybe, you like scaring people.

Maybe, you wanted to buy drugs with what you stole from us.

You may have gotten away with damaging and stealing from our home but you will be caught. Criminals always are. They never think that they will be outsmarted.

But, eventually, they are.

copyright2014©written by Isadora

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***** This incident occurred in 1973. It’s something that lingers despite the years that have passed.

100 NIGHTMARES – COVER REVEAL!

COMING THIS APRIL! — official date TBA

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100 NIGHTMARES by K.Z. Morano is a collection of horror stories written in exactly 100 words and accompanied by a few illustrations.

It takes a brief encounter with death to cause enduring nightmares.
A single well-placed blow could maim you for life…
One well-placed word could haunt you forever.

Micro-fiction is a blade—sharp, swift…

Sometimes it goes for the jugular, killing you in seconds.
Its silver tongue touches your throat and warm blood hisses before you can scream.

Sometimes, the knife makes micro-cuts in the sensitive sheath of your sanity, creating wounds that will fester throughout eternity.

Take my 100 words daily like a slow-acting poison or read them all and die of overdose.

Your call.

It’s your suicide after all.


The Author
K.Z. Morano is an eclectic eccentric… a writer, a beach bum and a chocolate addict who writes anything from romance and erotica to horror, fantasy, sci-fi and bizarro fiction. Over the past few months, her stories have appeared in various anthologies, magazines and online venues.

Visit her at

http://theeclecticeccentricshopaholic.wordpress.com/

where she posts short fiction and photographs weekly.

For more updates on the story collection like K.Z.’s Facebook page

http://www.facebook.com/100Nightmares