Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Journey

Crimson Creative Challenge #152 2021©CrispinaKemp
Journey 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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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Wilted Dreams

Wilted Flower 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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


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Friday Fictioneers – Adult Shop

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


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Heaven’s Embrace 

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

Follow Your Heart photography2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Friendly Friday Challenge – Shades of Autumn

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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Friday Fictioneers – Colegio de Nuestra Senora de la Valvanera

 

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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Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Colors of Autumn

Colors of Autumn

Isadora Art and Photography

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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For future challenges follow one or all of these four moderators:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

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A Folktale – The Trouble Tree

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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What Did Your Garden Grow?

Knowledge is like a garden; 

if not cultivated,

it cannot be harvested.

©Isadora DeLaVega

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