Never forget where you’ve been
Never lose sight of where you’re going
And, never take for granted
The people who travel
The journey with you
©anonymous
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Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
of the hour
My wilted flower
All alone
can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower
So much pain
standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower
You run away
and, there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower
Memories of all the hate
your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower
In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
©written by Jennifer Cramer
Walking around 42nd street in Manhattan with Amanda can be trying.
New York City is the hustle and bustle of people.
Hawkers get in your space, enticing you to buy items that may or may not be legal.
Why did Tom tell me to go out for a walk while he was at his meeting?
“Mama, look at that fun shop. There’s big glasses in the window.”
“No, Amanda, it isn’t a children’s shop.”
“What kind of a shop is it, Mama?”
“It’s an adult shop; children aren’t allowed. Let’s go to Rockefeller Center; there’s an American Girl Doll store.”
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:RogerBultot
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*****American Girl Doll – “The American Girl experience is more than just a collection of toys. It is a collection of magical moments filled with goodness—moments that will nourish a little girl’s spirit, send her imagination soaring, and make her dreams come true.”—Pleasant T. Rowland
When Pleasant founded American Girl in 1986, she believed that great stories with aspirational characters could inspire girls to make their own positive mark on the world—and she was right. Since then, we’ve been a trusted partner in empowering girls with confidence and character. ©PleasantT.Rowland
I wish for a road
That is sunny and clear,
Filled with love’s blessings
And, friends who are dear.
I wish for blue skies.
And fields filled with flowers,
Fragrance and colors
To last seasonal hours.
It happens; I like
A mist on my face,
It’s a way to enjoy
Heaven’s embrace.
And soon, as time passes.
The season will change,
To welcome a crisp wintery stage
When life may not seem so sublime.
Most of all, I’m enthralled.
By a soft, fragrant flower,
That dances from Heaven
And sets hearts aglow.
I will never forget.
The joy and the glee,
I feel in my soul
As you give your love to me.
2021©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #152
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Indeed …
the smell of the salty air
pampered bodies, serene
savor the feasts of sous chefs
walk peaceful nights
tranquil dark star-studded skies
soak in the breeze of love
2021©Isadora De La Vega
Shades of Autumn are sprinkling temptation for the cooler temperature to come.
The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.
May our hearts garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers©Thich Nhat Hanh
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Friendly Firday Blog Challenge – Close-ups and Macros
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August 21, 1963, was the first day of my senior year.
I was in awe of the academy the week before when I had met with Mother Superior.
My mom and I stood before the twelve-foot gates with ornate handles and locks at the entrance. It was medieval.
Upon entering, we were directed to a small chapel for prayer before speaking to Mother Superior. Although more like a chapel, it was mesmerizing in its elaborate baroque style.
As we left, we could hear the Benedictine monks chanting in the courtyard.
A year-long immersion in the chant was a benediction.
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 101
Photo Prompt:DaleRogerson
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Colors of Autumn
When the time has come for precious flowers to leave us,
they play a melodic symphony with shades of color for us to further enjoy.
Too often our fear of endings grasps our emotions
We banish them to the disposable world
And, their beauty ends too soon.
2021©Isadora DeLaVega
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Lens Artist Photo Challenge – Colors of Fall
This week our photo challenge is from : Amy
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Week 3 – Amy
Week 4 – Tina
The carpenter we hired to help us restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his beat-up pickup truck refused to start.
While we drove him home, he sat in stony silence.
On arriving, he invited us in to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face is a wreath in smiles as he hugs his two small children and kisses his wife.
Afterward, he walks us to the car. We pass the tree, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
“Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied.” I know I can’t help having troubles on the job and in life, but one thing’s for sure, problems don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning, I pick them up again.”
He paused. “Funny thing is,” he smiled, “When I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there ain’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.” ©anonymous
2021©Isadora DeLaVega
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Knowledge is like a garden;
if not cultivated,
it cannot be harvested.
©Isadora DeLaVega
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