Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Smile – After all – tomorrow is another day

After all, tomorrow is another day

When you feel so weak

And things look bleak

Tomorrow is another day

 

When you’re so blue

And don’t know what to do

Tomorrow is another day

 

When things go wrong

And you don’t feel strong

Tomorrow is another day

 

When your body says, “No”

But you don’t want to let go

Tomorrow is another day

 

When the sun starts to set

And fear the day is gone, be strong,

After all, tomorrow is another day

2018©Isadora DeLaVega


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Friday Fictioneers – The Glorious Gift

The morning sunrise was brilliant.

They ate breakfast on the patio.

A chess game in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The laborious suffering of childbirth had begun.

A beloved baby would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they’d been waiting months for this moment.

With tear filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

A precious child filling their hearts with immeasurable happiness and love.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Jeff Arnold

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Nurture Yourself – Ignite the Light

Kindness is igniting a LIGHT in someone for no REASON

other then to WATCH them enjoy the GLOW 

Namaste, Isadora 🙏

Namaste

I honor the place in you

in which the entire universe dwells.

I honor the place in you

which is of Love, and of Truth,

of Light and of Peace.

When you are in that place in you

~~~~~~~~~

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Friday Fictioneers – Headline News

The dome street lights cast a shadow across the isolated road.

Parking near a light, he props his law book on the steering wheel and begins reading. In two days, he’ll take his finals. Could his days on the street soon be over?

His radio blares a call about shots fired. 

He turns the red and blue flashing lights on as he makes his way to the location.

Speed spurs him into the adrenaline cave. 

These calls never end well. Shootings are headline news.

“The coroners arrived and left,” Ronald tells me.

Tomorrow’s Headline: *Boy Commits Suicide at Gun Range*

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Jilly Funell 

 

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Depression is an illness that impacts the brain. It’s a real illness hidden for too long. 

Anyone suffering from depression will tell you, it’s not imaginary or “all in your head.” 

Depression is more than just feeling “down.” 

It is a serious illness caused by changes in brain chemistry. 

Research tells us that other factors contribute to the onset of depression, including genetics, changes in hormone levels, certain medical conditions, stress, grief or difficult life circumstances. 

Any of these factors alone or in combination can precipitate changes in brain chemistry that lead to depression’s many symptoms.

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Nurture Yourself – Life is Just a Moment

I read this, “Life is Just a Moment.” 

It’s insightful. It’s touching. 

The ending has a profound lesson.

           Perhaps, because of all the recent events in the news and my personal life,

 we need to focus on Living Life in every moment. 

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A man died…

When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.

Dialog between God and Man:

God: “Alright son, it’s time to go.”

Man: “So soon? I had a lot of plans…”

God: “I am sorry but, it’s time to go.”

Man: “What do you have in that suitcase?”

God: “Your belongings.”

Man: “My belongings? You mean my things … clothes… money”

God: “Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth.”

Man: “Is it my memories?”

God: “No, they belong to Time.

Man: “Is it my talent?”

God: “No, they belong to Circumstance.

Man: “Is it my friends and family?”

God: “No son, they belong to the Path you Traveled.”

Man: “Is it my wife and children?”

God: “No, they belong to your Heart.”

Man: “Then, it must be my Body.”

God: “No No… it belongs to Dust.

Man: “Then, surely, it must be my Soul!”

God: “You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.”

The man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from God’s hand and opened it…

Empty…

Heartbroken and with tears running down his cheeks he asked God… “I never owned anything?”

God: “That’s right. You never owned anything.”

Man: “Then? What was mine?”

God: Your “MOMENTS.

Every moment you lived was “Yours!!!”

Do Good in every moment

Think Good in every moment

Thank God for every moment

Life is just a MOMENT!

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

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Namaste

I honor the place in you

in which the entire universe dwells.

I honor the place in you

which is of Love, and of Truth,

of Light and of Peace.

When you are in that place in you

and I am in that place in me.

We are One

~~~~~~~~~

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Sunday Song – I Hurt Too

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Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems, are not words after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
© Mary Oliver – A Poetry Handbook

I Hurt Too by Katie Herzig with lyrics

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A Peaceful Sanctuary

Colombia - La Popa Court yard.web‘La Popa’ Church Courtyard – Cartagena, Colombia

Bright azure skies,
crimson flowers.
A peaceful spot
to sit for
hours and hours.

Soft, muted moments
to gather calm,
in restful simplicity.

An unobtrusive sanctuary,
on a summer afternoon.
A painting
for our eyes
to glimpse upon.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

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Sunday Song – Don’t Lose Heart

As we walk this journey we call life, there are bound to be rocky roads.

Paths paved in stones of different shapes and sizes that cause us to stumble and fall.

These create suffering, heartache and pain.

At times, the rough terrain is difficult. But, we can polish the rocks smoothly if we believe in ourselves to carry on.

Its up to us to creatively approach our problems. We need to grind our own collection of rocks into precious gems.

Don’t lose heart as you continue to walk your path.

We can grind these rocks into polished brilliant stones.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Friday Fictioneers – We Did All We Could

When the ambulance arrived they rushed him straight to the operating room.

We paced outside the coffee lounge waiting area. 

It seemed like hours but only minutes had passed.

No one dared speak for fear of causing a deluge of emotions in the nervous mother.

Her woeful cries, when she first heard of her sons accident, rang in Isadora’s ears. She wasn’t sure she could bring comfort to her mother if anything happened to her brother, Vincent.

Hours passed. 

It didn’t seem possible, they hadn’t heard anything.

Finally, Dr. Ramundi, approached. “I’m sorry. We did all we could.” 

Anguished cries. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

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          *****Although this story is fiction, it’s been influenced by the recent death of my grandson, Vincent.

                                     

                                                Vincent Alfonso Carrozza, 23, passed away on Monday, Sep 17, 2018

                                                           at Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.

                                                           My granddaughter, Isadora, was named after me.

                                                 My grandson Vincent’s middle name was my husbands first name, Alfonso.