Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – with Patience

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Patience is not sitting and waiting,

it is foreseeing.

It is looking at the thorn and seeing the rose,

looking at the night and seeing the day.

Lovers are patient and know

that the moon needs more time

to become full. Rumi

Open to Your Light Heart

Namaste

I honor the place in you

in which the entire universe dwells.

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Friday Fictioneers – Strange Relative

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Aunt Molly was never included in family gatherings.

She’s strange, everyone said.

Yet, here I am standing among her clutter and dust.

Why did she name me her heir?

I barely knew her.

Was there a message among these relics of antiquity?

She made potions, everyone said.

What kind of potions?

Was she a witch or alchemist?

She mixed elixir concoctions to heal the believers.

The estate appraiser will be here soon. Perhaps, he can give me some insight.

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Did you just say $50,000 dollars for that purple bottle?

Yes, Ma’am. It’s a collectable.

Dear Auntie Molly …. I love you.
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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Poem – I Saw a Peacock with a Fiery Tale

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Poem – I Saw A Peacock with a Fiery Tale

A well-known folk poem from 17th century England.
It’s a form of trick verse.

Read it straight forward manner and it sounds interesting surreal:

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
I saw a cloud with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground
I saw an ant swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea brimful of ale
I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of men’s tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight

©tara books – text: anonymous

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But, if the lines are broken up in the middle, everything falls into place.
I saw a peacock
with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet
drop down hail
I saw a cloud
with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak

In this version of the classic poem language, art and design

come to play with these inversions.

They reveal and conceal, brilliantly mirroring the shifting ways

in which poetry creates meaning.
©tara books – text: anonymous

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 I Saw a Peacock a Fiery Peacock

****** Peacock photographed at a wildlife zoo in Cartegena, Columbia.


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Friday Fictioneers – The Carousel is Closed

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Mother was furious and mumbling to herself. She did that when she was angry.
She turned to PJ and me in the back seat.

“Did you hear what the man said? The carousel is closed. He didn’t say why.
An hours drive wasted. No griping or tears on the way home.”

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Good Evening – this is Audra Smith
Breaking News …
Two children found murdered at the Suffolk Park Carousel.
The light dust of snow preserved the bodies and evidence.
Police have a suspect in mind but no one’s been apprehended.

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Silent tears flowed down Mothers’ face as she hugged us tightly.

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words

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Some Positive Thoughts on Health and Aging

A birthday will always remind you of your age. In my mind, I feel like I’m ageless.

But, on July 20th, I realized I wasn’t. I was having another birthday and this time I felt it.

When you’re flat on your back ( literally ) you’ve got lots of time to think about life and aging.

Did I forget to mention I had back surgery?

No?

Well … yes. I did.
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It was on June 25th. I was admitted 2 days prior because I’m

on blood thinners. They had to get those INR numbers in the right

range or I could bleed out during surgery.

INR stands for international normalized ratio. The INR provides some information about a person’s blood’s tendency to clot which is often described as how “thin” or “thick” their blood is. A normal INR is approximately 1.0. People taking the blood thinner warfarin typically have a target INR of 2.0 to 3.0. info from web md

 

I had the back surgery and a long hospital stay in a private room in ICU

because I’m a higher risk patient of developing blood clots. My body seems to like doing that.

My transit to the blissfully euphoric white light years ago was brought about by those little rascals.

Due to that, I’m on blood thinners and have been for years. After surgery, my blood had to be

brought back to the INR level I had been at before I went into the hospital too.

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In the beginning, I was too sick to care about where I was.

I was on lots of pain medications and tethered to tubes and monitors.

Once I started to heal and feel better, I wanted to go home.

After awhile, I begged the doctors ( my primary physician, my hematologist

and my surgeon) to let me go home. I wanted my pillow, my bed,

my cozy pajama’s, my privacy and my personal space.

In a hospital, pillows are huge marshmallows. Your head is propped up

even if you don’t want it to be. The bed crunches from the vinyl liner

they have under the sheet. The room is ice cold. People pop in constantly. And, those hospital gowns

will not get you on the best dressed list in any fashion magazine. They are made in a one size fits all style.

My gown reached the floor and around me twice. The ties were never the same size which led to a lopsided angled effect.

You never sleep in a hospital. They come in and take your blood pressure, your temperature, draw blood (lots of blood), check and replace your IV fluids, bring inedible food, give you your meds and start the cycle all over again. Basically, you get about 1 1/2 hrs of sleep at a time.

If it sounds like I’m complaining. I’m not. I had excellent care from my doctors, nurses, cna’s and, even, food servers and cleaning staff. They were compassionate, sensitive, kind, understanding and humane. But at home, I had my comforts, my good energy, my quiet spaces and my lovingly caring hubby.

Now, I’m home and healing. I’m continuing to mend slowly. I can see progress everyday. I had lost the ability to do things for myself. I’ve regained about 60% of that at the moment. I can’t sit, stand or walk for any major length of time. I can’t bend, twist or lean side to side. It takes me an hour to shower and dress. I remember whizzing through that. No chance of that now.

I’m supposed to be patient and forbearing for about 6 – 8 weeks. It seems easy but it really isn’t. I know I’ll persevere. I have a renewed respect for my past abilities that are currently limited. I’ve resigned to accept the idea of others doing things for me. I’ve had more time for creative things, reading, listening to music and watching some very good documentaries.

My focus is on keeping my thoughts positive while recovering from this. In a way, I feel like the tortoise in the story of the ‘The Tortoise and the Hare’. I may not get there quickly but I’ll get there eventually.

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The Tortoise and the Hare (Disney 1934)

Some Positive Thoughts on Health and Aging

Throw out NON-ESSENTIAL NUMBERS. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them.

Keep only CHEERFUL FRIENDS. The grouches pull you down.

Keep LEARNING. Learn more about computers, crafts, gardening or anything that is new and stimulating. Never let the brain be idle. ‘An idle mind if the devil’s workshop.

Enjoy the SIMPLE THINGS.

LAUGH often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breathe.

Tears will happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who’s with us our entire life is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

SURROUND YOURSELF WITH WHAT YOU LOVE, whether it’s your family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, etc. Your home is your refuge.

CHERISH YOUR HEALTH …. if it is good preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve seek help.

Don’t take GUILT TRIPS. Take a trip to the mall or to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where a guilt trip is.

Tell people you LOVE that you LOVE them whenever you have the opportunity.

REMEMBER

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
But by the moments that take our breath away.

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Papa’s Unfulfilled Wish

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Brigitte exhaled as she came upon the Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne.

Pensively she said, “Papa would have been tearful. He carried painful memories of the war in his heart, Gabrielle.”

“Henri, why did you die before you could find peace?”

Mama had never spoken about those times; nor did Papa.

After the funeral, I promised Mama I’d bring her here. Now, she’d find peace for both.

Viewing the inside of this beautiful cathedral, it was difficult to imagine the terror they felt during the revolution. They survived because of this church.

Mama sat with closed eyes and prayed.

She never awoke.

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Genre: Historical Fiction *****
Word Count: 100 Words

***** Research led me to the information that Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon was a cathedral built in 13th and 14th century France.          After some background history, I used my imagination to create this fictitious story.

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Nurture Yourself – by Pondering about your Life

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Sitting alone listening to the silence … I ponder that …. today is a day like any other day.

Each day, we rise and hope to fill our lives with new and exciting discoveries.

Each of us has a different vision for what those discoveries are going to be.

In the end, despite what our own individual discoveries turn out to be, we all have to go into them in pretty much the same way. We have to rise and gather up our energy to go into whatever it is we are going to do. Some of us have an exact plan on how to do that; some of us do not. Those that do not have an exact plan face the greatest difficulty because they have no direction.

How do you find your exact plan??? I can’t say.

Is it something you develop as you’re being raised by your parents?

Are the teachers or religious leaders of your church part of the influence of your direction?

Is it instinctual to know what you want to search for in your adventure to your discovery?

Is it important to have a need for discovery or is it something told to us that we must do?

These are important and very difficult questions to ask ourselves. Some of us can’t answer them and struggle daily to unravel them. Choices will always be there for us to make. The questions and choices we make are crucial to some of these answers. This is the puzzle of our existence.

Just pondering …. while sitting alone listening to the silence.

2015©written by Isadora DeLaVega

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  If we can look back on our day, reflect and write in our journal an entry that goes like this:

Today, I give ‘THANKS’ for _____________________

 Today, I succeeded in _______________________________

 we would appreciate how far we’ve gone from that moment when we arose that morning.

Profound choices. Inspiration and motivation to help you make the best choices.

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Nurture Yourself – with Who you really are !!!!

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Once we were particles of Light …
Now we are beings of Light …
Radiating LOVE !!!

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In this instant, who are you.
Without referring to the past
Without referring to the past
Who are you?
Right now
©Kirtana

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 Who You Really Are ~ Kirtana

 

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Where’s Isadora? Part 2

If you’d like to read part 1 of this story click here ….

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Stunned and a bit battered from the car rockin’ and rollin’, we took a minute to breathe and regroup.

My husband began to try to get the car alarm to stop. He didn’t have a clue on how to do it. Eventually, the alarm would stop only to start again when a truck would drive by and shake the car. Apprently, the car alarm is sensitive to movement. This was news to us.

I must mention that my husband is not and has never been a car fixer kind of guy. In fact, before we leave on any road trip he takes the car to the mechanic to give it a once over. It’s always maintained and is fairly new.

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After quite some time, the state highway trooper arrived. My husband had already called our emergency car service ‘AAA’ (automobile assistance of america). They had given him an estimated time of one hour for the repair truck to arrive. The police trooper told us he had called an emergency service too. That service arrived first.

Now, let me also add that, my husband does know how to change a tire and we did have a spare tire in the trunk. But, the area where the car settled was at an angle and the dirt was soft and swampy. It would be impossible to change a tire on that.
The repair service eventually arrived with its’ special equipment and changed the tire. He informed us that the tire was a donut tire and could not be used to go faster than 40mph. We had been driving 70mph which meant we could run out of time before we arrived at the pier. The state trooper said he would follow us until he received another call as a courtesy to my husband; a former NYPD officer. I thought that was very nice of him.

Time was diminishing quickly.

However, within 35 minutes we were at the pier. As we pulled up a skycap helped get the luggage out of the trunk of the car. I sat on a bench while my husband went to park the car at a long term parking garage.

Because I have knee issues from time to time, I get a wheel chair brought out for me whether at airports or cruise ramps to keep me safe from falling. It’s difficult for me to climb stairs or to walk up angled ramps, too.

The ship was leaving the pier at 4:00 p.m. We had arrived at the pier at 3:15 p.m.

I have never been whisked through customs and checked-in so quickly. In a matter of 10 minutes we were in our stateroom with our luggage. Usually, the luggage arrives very late. Too late to sort through and find clothes to wear for dinner. It’s the reason they allow you to wear resort casual in the dining room the 1st night.

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Upon entering the room, we noticed there was a bottle of champagne and some green apples along with fresh flowers waiting for us. We popped the bubbly and sat out on our balcony to exhale and relax. At the sound of the fog horns announcing our departure, we sat back and watched the stress of our day go out to sea with our ship.

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To be continued ….. more disclosures to come including my injury!!!

Because of my injury, I am unable to sit, stand or lie down for any length of time without discomfort.                                                                          Due to that, I hope to add the rest of this experience in segments. I’ll pop over to visit your blogs from time to time.                                                I hope to catch-up with all of you.

Thank you dear blog friends for your emails and notes of concern.

You brighten my day with your kind friendship hugs and love.

Namaste,
Isadora


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Where’s Isadora?

It’s been eerily quiet around this blog as of late. I haven’t been well but not, ill, in the sense of sickness.

Our 50th Anniversary is this August. We thought we would celebrate with a cruise through the Panama Canal, down through Central America on up to South America then finishing with a weeks stay at the last port San Francisco. Although it’s earlier than our anniversary date, we chose this time due to the itinerary being offered by the cruise line. I had prepared for this trip for months.

The night before our departure the winds were blowing and the rains were torrential. When we awoke my husband did an inspection of our lanai. To his surprise the storm had broken through 2 of our lanai screens; tossed our patio chairs into the pool and my orchid arbor had been moved 6 feet. While he was quickly repairing the screens to prevent birds and wildlife from creating homes on my lanai, I snapped into preparing for our departure.

1. Luggage in car – check
2. Passports / ID / charge cards – check
3. Camera – check
4. water bottles – check
5. purse / sunglasses / kindle / hat – check

It was time to go.

Once in the car, we exhaled and sat back to enjoy our 2 1/2 hour drive to Port Everglades in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

We were still on time for our 9:00 a.m. departure. This would get us to the pier at 12:30 p.m. It was the right amount of time for a stop along the way to rest. There was plenty of time to find long term parking for our vehicle since the ship would depart at 4:00 p.m. We were prepared.

It’s an easy car ride to the pier. We have to travel from the west coast of Florida to the east coast across the lower part of Florida on a road called Alligator Alley.

Yes … it is called by that name because it was built over swamp land where alligators, to this day, still occupy. The road is fenced with barbed wire at the top to maintain a clear road from these primitive alligators laying out on the road.

With one lane going west to east and one lane going east to west you do not want to run into any type of vehicle problem. Help is slow coming and the bugs from the swampy stagnant water can make for an uncomfortable wait in the heat.

After a bit of conversation and a few fun happy tunes on the radio, I decided I’d get my Kindle out. I wanted to start reading one of my books from my summer book list.

BTW – I was reading ‘Never Look Back’ by Lorna Lee. If you haven’t read it – shame on you.                                                                         It’s a page turner or slider as in the case of reading on a Kindle. LOL

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Suddenly, I heard a rattling sound from my side of the car. I popped a glance over at my husband.

Looking quite serious, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I may have to stop and see what that is”.

With no exits available that meant a rest stop. Fortunately, there was one about a mile away.

We pulled off there so he could check-on what the noise was. I made a quick stop to the ladies room as long as we had stopped. When I came back he said he couldn’t find any reason for the noise. With some apprehension, off we went once again.

Ten minutes down the road, as quickly as you could blink, we are off the road in a tire blow-out crash. Because I had my seat in a reclined position while reading, I could see him trying to keep our car from rolling over. The side areas are soft – remember swamp.

I tried to sit up but the angle was steep. Finally, I got my seat up as he’s managed to get the car stopped. We literally sat there with the emergency alarm on, stunned and in disbelief.

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To be continued *****

Because of my injury, I am unable to sit, stand or lie down for any length of time without discomfort.                                              

Due to that, I hope to add the rest of this experience in segments.

Thank you dear blog friends for your emails and notes of concern.                                                                                                        

You brighten my day with your kind friendship hugs and love.

Namaste,
Isadora

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