Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Hidden Deep Inside

The closet door flung open.

“What are you doing in there?”, he growled.

Before I could answer, I was being pulled up by my hair and pushed towards the kitchen.

“Get in there and help your mother.”

I guess he doesn’t want to know.

“See what happens when you hide from work,” she said.

Hide from work? How about I was hiding from the jump rope he just beat me with while you were talking to Mrs. Rosen about styling her wig.

There’s a place I go to tell my troubles. Hidden deep inside the closet is my peaceful place.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Rochelle

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Small Business

Today, Janet @ Sustainabilitea.wordpress.com has added a post on small businesses.

With everyone running from place to place to get the best deals, Christmas can become

overwhelming. Check out some of the items she has listed.  Small Business click here:

Thank you, Janet, for adding me to the list of your favorite businesses:

Isadora Art JewelryCopper Whimsea’s by Al

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Transformation into Wearable Art

It all begins with a skein of yarn, a pattern and knitting needles.The results: a wearable cowl neck scarf. Knitting B&W Cowl 3.web

A warm neck apparel for those nippy cold days. 

Let’s make sure our head is cozy warm too.Recently, I’ve begun to relearn a skill I had from the late 1960’s.

I started making knitted items for my first born daughter back then.

Times were lean. Making items she could wear in the cold weather helped our budget a lot.

Now, I’ve begun to knit for the relaxation and calming effects it has.

The bonus is that I get to gift them to those who can benefit from their use.

These items were sent to my third born daughter who lives in

Albany, New York where it is 35 degrees right now.

Hope you enjoyed my creations.

Isadora 

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Nurture Yourself – with – Natures Beauty

Have you ever been in a room filled with people at an event or a dinner party

or work or simply shopping,

where your eyes were drawn to someone,

somewhere in the room.

It’s because that person’s inner light shining brightly.

We can all be the bright light of spiritual illumination.

Look at the inner light of nature.

Feel it … Wear it … Be it !!!

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
and I am in that place in me.
We are One.

~~~~~~~

Becca at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea
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Friday Fictioneers – I’m Late – I’m Late

The subway doors opened. People poured off the train like swarms of ants.

Milagros rushed to get to her job. She hadn’t eaten and felt faint. She was late but needed to eat something. Her stomach growled as she ordered coffee and bagel in an out-of-breath voice.

“To go?”, the barista asked.

“Yes,” she said impatiently.

Panic took over the hunger pangs as she searched for her wallet.

Gone.

This can’t be happening.

From behind she heard, “Is this yours?”

“Yes!!!”

“It was on the floor”.

“I can’t thank you enough”

Sure you can, How ‘bout a date?”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: Marie Gail Stratford

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A Relaxing Afternoon – I think

Woman: “Heelo … can I hep yew?”

Me: “Yes, I’d like to make an appointment for a pedicure and manicure with John. A friend had recommended him to me.”

Woman: “Yew, come now.”

Me: “It will take me 20 minutes to get to your shop.”

Woman: “Yew, come nowww. He waiting.”

Me: “OK … see you in a little while.”

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I drive my short little 20 minutes to the salon.

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Woman: When I enter the salon, the woman at the front counter says, “Pic a cala.”

Me: I say, “I have my own color.” (thinking – there could be germs on their nail polish.)

Woman: John???? (shouting and unintelligible exchange)

Woman: Pointing, “You go there.”

I make my way to the pedicure chair. This man motions me to sit.

I grab my phone from my purse and, compliantly, I sit.

I place my feet into a warm soothing bath of salts. Now, I’m ready to be pampered.

The young man prepares his pedicure instruments and puts on his gloves.

Shutting the water off he looks up at me.

Him: “Wata ok?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Him: Pointing, “Wata ok?”

Me: “Yes, its fine.”

The pedicure takes about 40 minutes.

Silence.

There’s never a word exchanged. Hand gestures are the mode of conversation.

Eventually, he looks up and points to the manicure table.

Like a good soldier, I march to my chair and sit.

He begins removing my old nail polish. Tense from all of this silence, I make a silly remark about my worse-for-wear nails due to gardening. He looks up and nods.

Creepy.

Does he hate gardening? Does he feel I’ve entered his silent zone without permission?

Unable to continue in this silent tortuous world I ask, “Do you work everyday?”

Him: “Yeezz”

Me: “When do you go to school?”

Him: Pointing to his salon license he says, “I finith school. Am tech now.”

Me: “I see that your name Van Nac Tan. It doesn’t say John on there.”

Him: “Me John.”

Me: I want to say, ‘No, your license says Van Nac Tan. Is John the translation?’

Him: As if I needed more clarification he says, “I am tirty yeer ol’.”

Me: “Ahhh … but you look so young.”

Him: He sends me a grimace with his eyes and, I’m sure, from under his mask too.

Me: (thinking) I guess he prefers silence.

I decide he’s a man of few words and a man who does not enjoy a compliment.

Before adding my new nail color he hands me the bill.

Him: “Yew pay now. Tip cash only”

Me: (thinking) Do I have cash? I’m a charge card carrying person. You know the one who gets lots and lots of points if you use your charge card for everything. I give him my card and off he goes to run it through. I look in my purse and find my emergency cash stash. Lucky me or him.

He hands me the charge receipt for signing. He takes it and places it in a draw. I give him his tip. He grabs it and again throws it in the draw. Nods a quick, Thack u, I think?

My nails are polished to a glossy shine. I’m directed to the drying area next and, then, he leaves for the back room without a word.

Me: (thinking) this has been relaxing: I think.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega


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Friday Fictioneers – Perfect Moments

Another day is about to pass. With wide eyes, I see into the remains of the day. The red ink, in the blue milk skies, illuminating the world before dusk. I love you as the night loves shadow. I love the essence of all you are. Each time I see your handcrafted goblets, a smile invades my lips.

When I’m alone like this, you’re always in my heart. The sun massages my face from the suns rays streaming through the open window. The wind ruffles my hair. I can feel your exhaustion against yielding grain like my thoughts of you.
©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Sarah Ann Hall

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Nurture Yourself – Enjoy Every Moment

Because the season of Autumn is upon us,

the changing foliage reminds us of the changes

we must make throughout our lives.

Every petal, leaf or bark shed

is a layer we shed on our own journey

to our final destination.

Relish in the colors of our lives.
Namaste, Isadora

2017©Isadora De La Vega

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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Nurture Yourself – Take Care of Yourself

It’s been a long road back to blogging.

I’ve been healing from some upsetting things that have happened to me.

I’m hoping to tell of my experiences and of the many changes in my life.

It’s all been a part of my writing brain fog.

Healing happens in stages. I’m back on my the path. But, I’m in those beginning stages.

Taking care of myself was and is my first priority. I’ve been doing just that.
As many of you who follow me know, I live near the beach. I visit often. It’s my place to reconnect with nature. The waves against the shore are a meditative sound that help balance the stresses that can overpower me. Many of these traumas were beyond my control. Nature took a bite out of my safety net. The fall was shocking since there is no aggressive behavior in paradise.

The video below is where I was until these recent occurrences. I hope you enjoy it for its artistry of dance but also for the connected calm the two dancers are trying to impart on those who are viewing them. The ocean is where I find myself floating in the air, as the ship I might be on floats through calm waters.

Namaste,  Isadora 🙏🏻

Damian Smith and Yuan Yuan Tan in Christopher Wheeldon’s
“After the Rain”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.

~~~~~

Becca at ‘On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea’

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A Gift of Love

This is a repost from February of 2015. I believe it’s a post that’s needed at this time.

Bombarded with stresses from Hurricane Irma here in Florida,

the following week paralyzed us with Hurricane Maria which pummeled the island of Puerto Rico.

I have family there.The island has no power or phone service.

The roads have been washed away or have electric poles block their exiting.

To say I’ve been stressed is an understatement.

I’ll be back on a regular basis soon.

Love those you hold dear to your Heart.

Namaste 🙏🏻

Beloved   2015©photography by Isadora

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost to you one day.  
2015©Isadora De La Vega

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.   
2015©Al De La Vega

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February is the month in which we celebrate LOVE.

I am a hopeless romantic as is my husband.

He wrote this poem for me when I was in the hospital two years ago.

 chris barber , feat.monty sunshine , petite fleur

Heart - piano notes

My husband plays several instruments; clarinet, trumpet and cornet.

We met in band class when we were both playing clarinet.

He still plays for fun and for me. Dixieland jazz is his favorite genre.

Chris Barber is one musician he enjoys listening to and play along with.

This seemed like the perfect way to add LOVE to this week.

Isadora

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