Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Butterfly Dance

Flutter by

Butterfly

Flutter by

Tulips and Poppies

Roses and Orchids

Dream of your visit

Petal to Petal

Swirl and Drink

Sweet Nectar

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Stunnung video of a meditative dance between two entranced souls.

 

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Nurture Thursday


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Nurture Yourself – Journey to your Heart

Breathe In – Breathe Out

Breathe in, breathe out

Open your eyes

Do you see beauty?

Breathe in, breathe out

Close your eyes

Were you praying too?

Breathe in, breathe out

Let yourself fall

Did someone catch you?

Breathe in, breathe out

Open your heart

Did you let someone in?

Breathe in, breathe out

Reach out your hand

Did someone reach back?

Breathe in, breathe out

It’s time

Are you ready?

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

The Lotus has symbolized spiritual enlightenment.

The essence acts to accelerate spiritual evolvement

and enhance healing on every level within us.

 

 


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Cafe Chat – The Car Wash

Cafe Chat

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome … grab a cup of coffee, hot chocolate or a cup of my new favorite chai tea.

Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.

A little music might be nice … enjoy my selection …

I hope your weather has been good. It seems the temps have been a lot colder than usual. Do leave from where you’re visiting in the comments; if, you haven’t told me before. If you have a cafe post leave your link in the comments.   For the past few days, we’ve had glorious 70’s during the day and 50’s at night. It feels like spring. The birds have been snging again. The doors and windows are open letting in warmth Mother Nature is gifiting us here. I hope it stays like this for a long time.

Warmer temperatures energize me to go outdoors. I’ve been walking my neighborhood. There are many new homes being built in the area. It looks like the construction industry is on the rise. Northerners trying to retire or get away from those brutal cold temps are building for future moves. I suppose many are thinking about the difficulties winters can be when aging. I can honestly say I don’t miss walking in sloshy snow or driving in it.

Along with formulating gardening plans, its’ time for spring cleaning.  

My car is first on that list. Normally, my hubby does car wash duty. Unfortunately, this being his busy art show season he hasn’t had the time. I decided it was a job I could do.

I like bargain hunting and using coupons. I like the challenge. Anyway, Tuesday’s is Ladies Day at the car wash with $5.00 dollars off a full car wash. I have a classic car I plan on keeping forever. I get the works so nothing is left undone. The hubs sparkle and as does the car. 

After telling the gal I wanted the works with a new car scent, she gave me my cost ticket.

Then, I went into the office to pay and wait for my little gem to travel under the spigits of soapy water and wax. 

There was a woman in front of me in a bit of a tither. The insides of her purse were all over the counter, her tote on the floor was half folding like it was going to take a nap, and her wallet with a charge card peeking out was in her hand. 

She handed the clerk her cost ticket and waited for her total with tax. 

The clerk gave her the total price.

She, irately, shouted out, “Impossible.” 

In a very calm and nice voice the clerk – BTW, an older woman, said, “What did you want done to your car?”

“Just a wash, nothing else,” she growled.

“Well, you’ll have to go out and tell the gal to give you a ticket with wash only written on it,” she said politely.

“Can’t you do that?” “Don’t you have a microphone to call her in so she can do that?”

“No. I don’t have microphone connection with those employees.”

“You mean I have to go out and get another ticket?” she said elevating her attitude and body.

I think she may have grown 2″ with every word she spoke.

“Yes, you do have to go outside and get it.”

She grabbed her belongings and threw them in her purse. She plucked her tote into the small of her arm and with wallet in hand, twirled around and grumbled that – “People should learn to speak English” and left to get her new ticket.

The clerk looked at me snickered and chuckled as she pointed out something I already knew.

“What on earth is wrong with this woman?” “All of the employees are American.” “They all speak English.” “ And why is she so angry?”

Bewildered she went about checking me out to the major dismay of the grumbling woman who had returned dressed in her red stressed face.

As I walked away, the clerk said to her, “Those teens who are outside giving people tickets are my nieces and nephews who, incidentally, were born and raised in Florida. None of them speaks a foreign language. I think you have a bad attitude that in the future we can do without. Please discontinue coming here to have your car washed.” 

A smile crossed my face. I was happy that the clerk wasn’t willing to be mistreated just for money. 

As I sat waiting for my car to go through the washing process, I thought about the unnecessary anger this woman had spread.

Was she angry because she’s feeling that immigrants are arriving and taking jobs from Americans?

Is she a part of a warrior mentally that wants to fight and get angry about what’s being said in the news about foreigners; such as those that are crossing the borders? 

I think we’ve been growing less patient about the people crossing the borders. First and foremost they’re human beings. Then, from there, we should think about what America stands for. “Land of the free, home of the brave”.

I’m sure these immigrants want to do the right thing when it comes to entering the US. Some may not know what the rules and regulations are for entering. But, we have to have compassion and understand why they’re doing what they’re doing, not fight everyone; especially, the innocent children and people who aren’t criminals.

I’m not trying to discuss the politics of all of this. I want to know why a person would stand there and say, “People should learn English” when these teens were American born citizens. I thought she may have been making the disparaging remark to me as she was staring at me when she said it. But, I don’t have a persecution complex. For me, she was a barking dog that needed to be ignored or walked away from.

I was born in America – Brooklyn, New York … I AM an American … If you are Puerto Rican you ARE American the moment you’re born because Puerto Rico is a commonwealth of the United States. I was taught English language before I was taught Spanish.

So … no, I’m not talking politics I’m talking about judging other people. If you live in a glass house then be the first to throw the stone. Otherwise, have some decency to not judge.

What do you think? 

Has something like this happened somewhere in your life?

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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If you love music … AND … The Eagles – aFrank is hosting the aFa Concert Series this weekend – to join in click here 

Last Saturday, the Musical was Neil Diamond music.

I’ve added two of the songs from the musical … enjoy!!!

 


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Nurture Yourself – Dream

Dreams-artwork2.web

May all your ‘DREAMS’

have colorful stars

to take you

on a flight

of peaceful tranquility.

For tonight

is dark

but in the morning 

light rises anew.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Johnny Mathis – Dream – Dream – Dream


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Sunday Song – Imagine

Any peaceful step

even calming your own feelings and emotions

contributes to peace in the world

Imagine by John Lennon

John Lennon – ‘Love’ – lyrics

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John Lennon was one of the songs added to ‘The Musical – Beatles

hosted by aFrank @ A Frank Angle. All are welcome, you can join in click here.

The next concert will be ‘Moody Blues’.

 


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Cafe Chat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cafe Chat

Welcome … grab a cup of coffee, hot chocolate or tea.

Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.

A little music might be nice … I hope you enjoy my selection

 

Beethoven’s Silence – A soothing piano melody

I hope your weather has been good. Do leave from where yo’ure visiting in the comments; if you leave a comment. We’ve had glorious 70’s during the day and 50’s at night.

The cooler weather has been wonderful for walks. I’ve been having a fun time with my new fit bit. I hadn’t been a watch wearer for the longest time. Retirement will do that. No need to wear one since there aren’t any kids to pick up or drop off anywhere. But … a fit bit is different. It was a gift for Christmas from my hubby after a recent surgery. Oh, you missed it, read here. This little gadget monitors my heartbeat, sleep patterns along with oxygen levels, stairs climbed, steps walked, my stress level, it reminds me to get up and move if I’ve been sitting too long, it tells me to take a moment to meditate if I’m stressed, it buzzes when an email comes in, gives me the time and the outdoor temperature. This is a computer on your wrist.  I wasn’t thrilled with being told by a watch what I should be doing but I have to admit it has kept me moving.  I suppose it has a purpose. If you have a new gadget that helps you keep fit, let me hear about it?

While on my morning walk, I came across a tiny little bunny.

He had a fluffy white tale but ran off too quickly for me to capture it.My Christmas cactus hadn’t bloomed in December.

Surprise …. here are the flowers. Okay, a bit late but still beautiful.

I’ve been participating in musicals at A Frank Angle for sometime. He’s hosting a new musical series with ‘The Beatles’. Unfortunately, I was out of the country when they hit the states in the BIG WAY they did. Over-the-years, I’ve grown to love them.

If you love music … AND … The Beatles – aFrank is hosting the aFa Concert Series. To join in click here – you’ll have a blast reminiscing with all the mop top boys’ tunes. Below are two songs from the musical this past weekend.

Have a Great Week …!!!

Enjoy … Isadora

This first video has superb graphics, dancing and a great song …

The Beatles – While My Guitar Gently Weeps 

The Beatles Let It Be Lyrics – HD

 

 


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A Toast to the New Year 2019

 

It’s the end of another year and the beginning of a new one. 

Where did it go? 

It’s been a ride. 

I’ve enjoyed every one of those highs and lows on this roller coaster called life. All the ups and downs teach us lessons we need, to help us develop our mind, body and spirit.

We may stumble or have obstacles block us from going forward but they fall away once we accept this is the way it must be in that moment in time.

However you want to look at your life in 2019, the main thing to remember is that you are not alone. There is always someone guiding you in whatever form you choose to believe. Take comfort in knowing that the challenges your given are because you can endure them; no one gets what they cannot conquer.

Hold fast to your memories; 

to all your cherished moments of the past; 

to the blessings and the laughter; 

to the joys and the celebrations; 

to the sorrows and the tears;

They all add up to a treasure of fond yesterdays.

 ‘Thank You’ to everyone for being my supportive blogger friends. You’ve helped me to grow and become more than I was before I started this blog journey.

Happy New Year 2019

Isadora 


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Cafe Chat

Cafe Chat …

Welcome … grab of cup of coffee, hot chocolate or tea. 

Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.

A little music might be nice … hope you enjoy my selection :

It’s been quite sometime since I posted on my blog. I was scheduled to have a knee replacement on December 10, 2018. Dancing from the age of  5 had taken its toll on my knee joints. My knees were begging for rest. 

If you aren’t aware of my addiction, let me tell you what it is. It’s dancing.

I took ballet, tap, jazz and modern dance for more years than I can count.

My husband and I were square dancers working our way up to competition level. We ballroom dance; although, my husband doesn’t like counting. As a jazz musician he likes to jam-out free style. It can’t be done with a partner but he adjusts his thinking for me. And, let’s not forget the 60’s doo-wops songs and the 70’s disco days.

I never sit through any song that’s playing. 

Dancing has always been an outlet for any stress I’m experiencing. I used it to keep my sanity when my husband was a police officer. Everyday he left for work could have been his last day with me and his family. When he was shot after 15 years of service I was elated. He could no longer be an officer. He was given early retirement which involved another layer of stress. After all, he was in a wheelchair now. With no hope from doctors, he eventually resolved to be wheelchair bound for life. Then, one day, he angrily stated that he would walk again despite the physicians prognosis. 

He went through grueling rehabilitation and today is walking. He’s managed two careers since that retirement and continues with his Copper Whimsea’s artwork.

I guess you could have called me a gym-rat as is the name for anyone who is obsessed with exercise now-a-days.

I loved the muscle aches, the sweating and the smell of the metal weights. My endorphins never rested. I still crave the feelings but my body has put a stop to that right now, but, I’ll be back.

Since my medical history is high risk, my orthopedic doctor wanted clearance from all of my physicians. I have many. A hematologist for blood clots my body likes to make. A pulmonologist for when the blood clots take up residence in my lungs. An endocrinologist for a genetic thyroid disease called Hashimoto. A primary physicians for my tri-monthly check-ups and a cardiologist for checking on all the over-load of love I have in my heart. I had the all clear from all physicians except the cardiologist. He wanted me to take a stress test. The results showed that my heart was enlarged on the left side. 

Why hadn’t he noticed that in May at my last appointment? 

Surgery was scheduled for two day later. Since December 7, 2018, I’ve been resting and healing.

I discovered during the first few days of recovering that I was antsy about checking my blog, facebook and any other media I connect to. So, you see, I too am a victim of social media.

I replaced my computer with knitting needles and yarn. I’ve enjoyed many movies, books, painting, listening to meditation music and relaxing on my lanai while enjoying the lovely lake my home sits behind. The birds have been scarce but the few that sing to me have provided a beautifully peaceful respite. Healing takes time. It happens in stages. But, I’ll be back.

Namaste,

Isadora 😎

May you all have in the coming year good health,

peace, joy and more love than your heart can hold …

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019 


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Nurture Yourself – Unplug

Almost everything will work again, if you Unplug for a few minutes, including You!

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This post is about taking time to Unplug from the daily pressure of trying to keep up with social media. We fool ourselves into thinking that we have a grip on how much time we spend on our computers or smart phones but we do not. Our concerns for missing something that we believe is important for us to know prevents us from seeing the addiction. Communication has broken down between people.

For example:

I was having dinner at a restaurant before a play my husband was taking me to see for my birthday in July. It’s a lovely Japanese Restaurant with delicious food, sushi and furnished with traditional japanese paintings and decor.

A family of four came in and were seated at the next table beside ours. Shortly after getting their menu’s and ordering, they all grabbed their phones and focused on the screens before them. Sadly, they did that the entire time they were eating. No conversation occurred during the entire hour they sat at the table. After the father paid for the check, they got up and left.

Are we unable to leave media behind during a short one hour of eating?

Technology has given us many benefits. We can skype family in other states. We can talk and see members of our family during times when traveling isn’t possible. Being able to research subjects or learn on-line is a phenomenal tool; but, somethings been lost. We need to find it soon. Our children are missing many things they could experience from their parents or extended families. They’re lost by a mesmerizing screen that is constantly calling them.

Will this one day be an addiction like drugs and alcohol?

I hope not. Perhaps, finding a middle road for all to be happy can be a topic of conversation: at dinner?

Namaste,

Isadora 🙏🏻

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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

Becca @ ‘On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea’

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Friday Fictioneers – Trash or Treasure

On Hayward Street, everyone walked on the opposite street when passing ‘The Seidel’s’.

Wille lived there with his mother. He had mental and physical abnormalities. His head would tilt just so as he dragged his club foot and balanced his deformed hand on his chest.

Mrs. Seidel would raise her fist and yell at the boys who’d tease him. Everyone wondered where he’d go if something happened to her.

In time, he was taken to a psychiatric facility; his mother taken to a senior home.

The estate sale showcased unusual antiques.

Who knew old oil cans could be so valuable.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 

Photo Prompt:Nick Allen

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