LOVE: the way to LOVE anything deeply is to realize it may be lost to you one day.
A dream you DREAM alone is only a dream.
A dream you DREAM TOGETHER is reality. ©YokoOno
Sunday Song – If My Heart Had Windows
The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
A Gift of Love
Without you,
Life is just existing.
With you,
Life is worth living.
You put a name on the
songs birds sing.
And, you bring the smell of flowers
to a breezy spring.
You are my sun.
You are my moon.
Please, get well.
And, come home soon.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
A tear may appear when I hold you near
But, that’s for the sweet things you do
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you.
By your side I will stay ’til we’re old and gray
Reminiscing young moments we knew
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
A thief couldn’t steal the love that I feel
Heaven for me has come true
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
Friday Fictioneers – The Honeymoon
Dear Mom & Dad,
I’m sure this ‘Thank You’ note seems quite contrary to my persona, but it’s no-less sincere.
I’ve realized how my past ungrateful behaviors have hurt you. I apologize for it all.
The incredible gala you created for my marriage to Harry left me breathless.
As I’m sitting on the balcony with this magical view of Portofino, I’m tearful of the years we’ve missed together. Milestone celebrations; each lost along the way.
Your description of our honeymoon get-a-way was on target, to the last detail.
Spellbound describes how I feel today.
All my love,
Meghan
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
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Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: CEAyr
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***** The names of the characters in this fiction story is in no way associated with the Royals of England.
I simply needed two names for my characters. I have no clue about Meghan or Harry’s lives. Thanks 😎
Sunday Song – Flight From The City
Although Mother’s Day was on May 12, 2019, my special poem for Mother’s
‘Your Mother’s Always with You’
was added to the BeZine Project Special Mini Edition for Mother’s Day on May 20, 2019.
This video is a testimony to the strength of a mother. She must have the fortitude and resilience to impart upon her child a confident character in order to let go of her child into the world of whatever may come their way. Yet, she must be there to let them gather strength once again from her quietly warm touch.
A mother’s love is never-ending.
Isadora
2019©Isadora De La Vega
‘Your Mother is always with You’
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.
She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
She’s in your laughter, crystallized in every tear,
She’s the place you came from, your first home.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
Nothing on earth can separate you,
Not time … Not space … Not even death!
Isadora
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Sunday Song – Lean on Me
Music is the smile of the soul.
When the mind is set
to do whatever is in the heart;
all can be done.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Friday Fictioneers – Foolish Games
“Quiet she’s walking this way,” Patricia whispered.
Francesca approached cautiously.
They huddled together excluding her.
Shelia chastised Patricia’s meanness. “Invite her!”
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“Hey, Francesca, want to come to my party?”, Patricia asked, while handing her a paper.
An invite? She couldn’t believe it.
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll ask my Mom”.
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“Please, Mom”. “Patricia is the popular girl.”
“Fine, one hour only.”
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The instructions read: ‘Go 2 blocks passed the deli on Elm Street.’ Desperate, Francesca asked a passing older woman.
“No dear, there’s no Cherry Lane around here”.
A heavy rain began to fall, the perfect cover for a fools tears.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: J.Hardy Carroll
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***** Bullying is the use of force, threat, exclusion or coercion to abuse, or intimidate aggressively toward others. The behavior is often repeated and habitual in an event to overpower another.
***** Although I attended a Catholic parochial school which should have made bullying null and void, it did not. As the only Latino child in an all anglo school, my ethnic difference provided a great deal for students to use against me. Bullying comes in many colors and ethnic backgrounds; perhaps, one day it will be erradicated.
A Quiet Respite
Blog Friends ….
It is time for me to take a brief respite. I will be out on the high seas gathering energy from the wind and salty air. I’ll be listening to the music of the waves.
I wanted to leave you with a peaceful image of the ocean. I think in one of my previous lives I must have been a sailor. I love being out on the water.
Perhaps, it’s because of my astrology sign. I’m a cancer which is a water sign and is represented by the crab. I’m renewed while receiving abundant energy from the ocean.
I’ll be without technology of any kind. I’ll be writing, reading and contemplating on expanding my knowledge of how to create a more peaceful journey for my life.
Your posts brighten my day. I look forward to them. I believe you’re exceptional bodies of work will be the greatest loss while I’m away. Many, many of you are very talented and post the most incredibly meaningful stories and photographs I delight in seeing and reading.
Please feel free to make me aware of your extraordinary posts so I can read them.
In my absence, if you’d like to catch up on my stories or poetry feel free to visit and enjoy. If you leave your insightful and thoughtful comments, I can assure you I will get to each and every one of them.
I leave you with the most precious gift … LOVE 😍
Isadora 😎
An Inspirational Morning – Enchanting Spring
Spring is in the air.
It was a hazy misty morning when I went out on my lanai this early morning. The temperature was warm. I had gone outside to observe the vast nature that is my backyard before attempting my Tai Chi meditative exercises. I’d been unable to do them outside because our temperatures had been a bit chilly. Our cold temperatures in Southern Florida in winter are 60’s during the day and 40’s in the morning and at night.
Now, our spring season has arrived. We’re experiencing temperatures in the mid 70’s in the morning. The warmer weather has brought a great many birds back to our estuary.
On this morning, the break of day showcased a bald eagle majestically flying overhead while a white egret waded in the water swallowing small fish.
The bird feeders I’ve strategically placed on my spring blossoming orchid tree are starting to attract red cardinals, hummingbirds and scrub jays. I can hear tiny chirping from baby birds in the holly berry bush I planted several years ago. They’re waiting for their daily feeding from mama birds who’ve gone hunting. These are panoramic views and sounds that never disappoint nor do I tire hearing.
As the sun breaks through the mist, a shimmer blankets the water on the lake. It’s a hypnotically mesmerizing tranquil place of peace. It’s a time of quiet contemplation before the day ahead. I’m looking at my orchids that are still in bloom while others are forming buds for future blooms. Nature is slowly awakening with all of its’ beauty. I’m enraptured by the many blessings I have.
Today stretches before me waiting to be shaped into the creation I choose to sculpt deciding what shape and form it will be. It will be as unique as me. It is all up to me. I am going to make it a GREAT day. I hope you will, too, unless you have other plans.
Isadora 😎
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Friday Fictioneers – Amusement Park Rides
Adults held children while running and screaming in all directions.
Horror on their faces signaled an unmistakable accident.
Uniformed fair staff and guards gathered everyone to safe zones.
A day of carnival treats and rides; now, the scene of a devastating tragedy.
Shock and terror paralyzed me.
I’d declined my friends request that morning to chaperone her son, my daughter’s friend, to the fair. With six kids to monitor, I couldn’t manage more.
A round-a-bout chair ride suddenly stopped causing the chain to sever her sons’ leg.
Amusement parks were off our activities list from that day forward.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Short Story
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Dale Rogerson
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Letting Go
How can we do that?
We can let go.
We do it by focusing on the positive things in our lives. We need to stop comparing ourselves to others. There are times we lose sight of the wonderful person we are.
We look in the mirror and see flaws. We don’t like what we see.
We try to change ourselves into the people we’re comparing ourselves to and try to create that person we see in them.
The negative messages we were told while growing up create hollow spaces in our minds. They carve until they sculpt our emotions. If we look at those negative messages, now, we might not fit into them; yet, still believe them. They’re difficult to erase. They need to be filled in with positive affirmations about ourselves.
Only, we can change those negative messages.
Only, we can start to look at ourselves in order to form the persona we really are.
We can create and develop more of a positive mind.
We can strengthen our positive minds for a better way of being by letting go of those negative thoughts. We need to become real with ourselves by accepting the entire person we are despite what others may think.
We just have to be okay with ourselves.
2019©IsadoraDeLaVega
