Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – Reflecting on our Mother’s Words

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When we reflect on our lives we can’t help but include in our thoughts the one person who’s had the most influence on us:

‘Our Mother.’

She forms the person we’ll be from the beginning of conception. We’re who we are because of her. Despite the way we may feel about her, she is the major player in the formation of our lives.

There are lessons a mother teaches us but it’s always up to us to put them into effect.

It’s always up to us to be in charge of our decisions.

Sometimes, we ruminate and get stuck on what we weren’t given.

This shouldn’t matter.

For in the end, if we fail or if we succeed, we should never forget that the final choices are always up to us.

The poem below reflects a Mother’s words eloquently … enjoy the Secret Garden as you read.

Namaste, Isadora
2017©Isadora DeLaVega

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.

 

Secret Garden – Reflection

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Reflections of a Mother…

I gave you life, 
but cannot live it for you.

I can teach you things,
 but I cannot make you learn.

I can give you directions,
 but I cannot be there to lead you.

I can allow you freedom,
 but I cannot account for it.

I can take you to church,
 but I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong,
 but I cannot always decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes,
 but I cannot make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice,
 but I cannot accept it for you.

I can give you love,
 but I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share,
 but I cannot make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect,
 but I cannot force you to show honor.

I can advise you about friends,
 but cannot choose them for you.

I can advise you about sex, 
but I cannot keep you pure.

I can tell you the facts of life,
 but I can’t build your reputation.

I can tell you about drink,
 but I can’t say “no” for you.

I can warn you about drugs,
 but I can’t prevent you from using them.

I can tell you about lofty goals,
 but I can’t achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness,
 but I can’t force you to be gracious.

I can warn you about sins,
 but I cannot make you moral.

I can pray for you, 
but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can tell you how to live,
 but I cannot give you eternal life.

I can love you with unconditional love all of my life
….. and I will.
    ~~~ Author Unknown ~~~

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Spring Dawn

Every season spills its wonder upon the earth … ©flaviaSpring Dawn

Every flower
of every tomorrow
is a seed well planted
On a Winter’s day

Then, earth awakens
The wonder of another season
bringing colorful flowers
For Spring’s debut

2017©Isadora DeLaVega


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When You Are Old

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
©WilliamButlerYeats

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Poem ‘When You are Old’ by William Butler Yeats

This poem was written for Maud Goone for which he had a vey complicated relationship of unrequited love. In deep depression from the death of her two year old he wrote the poem.

She was an Irish revolutionary who ended up marrying another man despite many proposals from Yeats. He himself would go on to marry another, but many see ‘When You Are Old’ as a poem highlighting the failed relationship with Goone.

The poem is seen as one that is filled with love, but the last stanza is dark; the speaker is reminding his former mistress that their love did not last, and this is something she should regret for the rest of her life.

William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Daily Prompt – Gray

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Awakening Garden

Flowers - It's Spring 560   2017 ©art and photography by Isadora De La Vega

Listen to the buzzing bees
Hear the birds sing
The garden is awakening
Because It’s Spring
It’s Spring.

I ask not for a larger garden
Nor for special seeds
But, for soil to grow
Vivid flowers in Spring
In Spring.

2017 ©Isadora DeLa Vega

 La Primavera – (di Antonio Vivaldi)


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Friday Fictioneers – Muse of You

Humming, ‘Windmills of Your Mind’ ,
Hans Vansbo stood back to view the geometric precision of his latest creation.

Round like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel …

“Paragon,” he whispered to himself.

“Clearly Hans, this song from your broken relationship has influenced you more then it should.”

“I don’t have time to examine your implications”, retorted Hans.

“But will it sell?”, chimed his dealer. “You need a buyer”.

“It did sell.”

“The curator for the Sven Gallery called. It’s been purchased to be exhibited in their garden.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Jennifer Pendergast

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Sunday Song – La Vie en Rose

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of every day into a golden haze. ©Eleanor Glyn


This yellow rose was given to me by the owner of a restaurant we went to in Sarasota, Florida

called the Coolinary. We were on a Jazz Pub crawl. Yes, you read that correctly. The jazz club

we belong to has an annual week of jazz. The kick off was a Sunday afternoon outdoor venue

on the grounds of a mansion known as Phillppi Estates.

Jazz streaming from the gazebo while you sip your ice tea and enjoy

low humidity, temps around 72 and Spring-like breezes.

A dixieland jazz combo followed this event on Monday.

Wednesday was the Pub Crawl and so on through the week.

For those who aren’t familiar with a pub crawl let me describe it.

There are tickets you purchase for this. It provide a trolley –

yes, an old fashioned trolly which takes you from pub to pub.

You park your hop on and off you go. Each pub plays a different styles of jazz.

There are 12 pubs so you can walk from one pub to another.

Your ticket also provides entry into these pubs; otherwise, you would have to pay at each pub.

You do not have to drink. Personally, I would not be able to walk if I did have drinks at all of them.

Perrier works well to quench a thirst. You can eat if you’d like as well.

That’s where the Coolinary restaurant comes in. We decided to try their food.

 They’re menu: is created and driven by a healthy, clean eating philosophy.
All the meat served in their restaurant is GMO, hormone, steroid and antibiotic free.
They proudly support local farmers. In addition, they have gluten free food.

While we sipped on a glass of wine and waited for our dinner the owner

came to our table and presented me with this yellow rose.

I was thrilled. A BIG SMILE and a blown-to-him kiss followed.

Who doesn’t like an unexpected gesture like this?

During dinner we enjoyed jazz from a bluesy singer called Synia Carroll.

Since jazz is still on my mind and in honor of my rose, here’s Louie Armstrong.

Enjoy …

Isadora 🌹

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