Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – Sitting Alone Listening to the Silence

  Friends …. It is time for me to take a brief respite.

I wanted to leave you with a nurturing post. I wrote this one in 2015.

I think the meaning is still significant.

 I will be out on the high seas gathering energy from the wind and salty air:

Listening to the Music of the waves. I leave you with a 

Nirinjan Kaur – “I Am”

Her voice is melodic. The words powerfully enlightening.

Namaste 🙏🏻

Isadora 
Buddist meditating
Sitting alone listening to the silence … I ponder that … today is a day like any other day.

Each day, we rise and hope to fill our lives with new and exciting discoveries.

Each of us has a different vision for what those discoveries are going to be.

In the end, despite what our own individual discoveries turn out to be, we all have to go into them in pretty much the same way. We have to rise and gather up our energy to go into whatever it is we are going to do. Some of us have an exact plan on how to do that; some of us don’t. Those that do not have an exact plan face the greatest difficulty because they have no direction.

How do you find your exact plan??? I can’t say.

Is it something you develop while you’re being raised by our parents?

Are the teachers or religious leaders of your church part of the influence for your decisions?

Is it instinctual to know what you want to search for in your adventure to discovery?

Is it important to have a need for discovery or is it something told to us that we must do?

These are important and very difficult questions to ask ourselves. These are questions that some of us can’t answer and struggle daily to unravel. This is the puzzle of our existence.

Just pondering …. while sitting alone listening to the silence.
2015©Isadora De La Vega

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

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Friday Fictioneers – First Car


“Mason?” “Are you ready?”

“Yeah Dad!”

“The dealership said you can pick-up the car. Its’ ready.”

“OK.”

A few hours later Mason drives up in his new 2017 VW.

Shocked, his Dad runs out faster than a cheetah running after prey.

“What the hell is this?”

“You see Dad, the car dealer told me, if I took his deal immediately I could have the VW with the old ford trade-in”.

“You’re not going to drive around college in a 2017 car.”

“But Dad, can’t we talk about this?”

“No, first car is always used.”

“Let’s take it back.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flas Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Kent Bonham

 

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Sunday Song – Poisson Rouge

Don’t lose heart, Oh Don’t Lose Heart
Though it feels like yours will fall apart
Just remember when the road gets dark
I will always be beside you
Well, I will always be beside, beside you

©Dan Fogelberg

Paintings – Christian Asuh

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Paroles: Words
Quand j’étais petite
J’étais comme une fleur
J’adorais limites
Mais tous ces moment me faisaient peur
J’adore mon poisson rouge
Il m’appelle jour et nuit
Il tourne en rond pour moi
Et je mettais rien pour lui

J’aime mon jardin de roses,
L’odeur me rend heueuse.
C’est le silence qui me parle,
Comme si c’était Charles

Quand on fait l’amour
Il n’y a pas de discours.
Quand on fait l’amour
Il n’y a pas de discours.
Quand on fait l’amour…

Hélas la vie passe vite,
Sans qu’on s’aperçoit.
Je dépasse les limites,
Mais je n’en parle toujours pas.

Je préfère les rites,
Qui contiennent peu de gestes.
Les matiques m’excitent,
Tout ce qui est en rythme.

Tout ce qui se passe vite,
Sans q’on le comprenne.
Tout ce qui se passe vite,
Sans q’on le comprenne.
Sans q’on le comprenne…


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Friday Fictioneers – A Small Stone

He stood at the door of 28909 Rue de Jardin. Memories flooded his mind. He’d never imagined seeing this house again.

Why had his father left it to him?

They hadn’t spoken in forty years. He was ten. His mother had divorced him immediately after she discovered his affair. Her broken heart finally erased by her suicide.

Sitting with Clarice, the now 90 year old mistress, in the large windowed parlor he remembered the park view from his bedroom. The wounds still felt razor deep.

He placed a stone on the gravestone; softly murmuring, “Ikh bin dir mühl. Hasholem Aaron Steinman”.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 101 words
Photo Prompt: Janet Webb

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*****I forgive you in Yiddish – ikh bin dir mühl

*****Rest in Peace in Yiddish – hasholem

***** Within the Jewish faith, it is customary to leave a small stone on a grave. Placing the stone on a grave serves as a sign to others that someone has visited the grave. It also enables visitors to partake in the mitzvah tradition commemorating the burial of the deceased. Stones are a fitting symbol of the lasting presence of the departed life. info©shiva.com


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Sunday Song – Some of these Days

Hazy lazy days of summer give us more time to catch up on a few things we don’t have time to do such as books, television shows and movies.

There was a series running for a few years I hadn’t managed to see. My hubby and I alternate selecting what to see. We have different subjects we like to view. He’d suggested ‘Boardwalk Empire’ for quite some time. I didn’t think I’d like it. Finally, he pled his case by saying I’d enjoy the music, hats and fashions. Bingo … I folded.

It’s turning out to be quite a good show. A little too violent and bawdy for my taste but it has captivated me.

If you have ‘Amazon’ it’s playing on there or HBO. Enjoy some of the music …. Isadora 😎


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Nurture Yourself – Love is Energy

We are the sum of experiences that we encounter as we go through life. Day to day struggles and triumphs are experinced by all of the worlds creatures. As human beings, when we encounter a challenge, we have freedom to choose on how we react. Every decision that we make leads us down a different road. We will never come to exactly the same crossroads. Every decision that we make has significance. The tiniest choices that we make reverberates through the entire universe. ©info click here

Your heart wants tranquilty from the love you hold inside.©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

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Friday Fictioneers – Sunday Ferry Ride

Rain poured down. We were waiting on line to board the Staten Island ferry; a habitual Sunday routine. Usually, we’d go to the beach then visit, Mr. Frank. He was a Santero.

I was feeling car sick. My dad smoked Camels.The open windows would blow the smoke into the backseat.

I can remember the first time we were waiting to board. I had a panic attack and couldn’t stop crying. I thought we were going to drive into the ocean. I can’t swim.

“Shut up!”

A simple explanation would have helped.

Uncanny, I still see a ferry and cringe.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Photo Prompt: ©Ted Strutz

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Santeria is a syncretistic Caribbean religion.

Santeria includes the worship of the Orisha — literally “head guardians,” and religious beliefs of the Yoruba and Bantu people in Southern Nigeria, Senegal and Guinea Coast. These are combined with elements of Roman Catholicism.
Arriving as slaves in the Caribbean, Santerians preserved the elements of their religion by equating each Orisha of their traditional religions with a corresponding christian saint. Many traditions, within the religion, recognize different equivalencies.

One common example includes:
Babalz Ayi became St. Lazarus (patron of the sick)

Shangs became St. Barbara (controls thunder, lightning, fire…)

Eleggua or Elegba became St. Anthony (controls roads, gates etc)

Obatala became Our Lady of Las Mercedes, and the Resurrected Christ (father of creation; source of spirituality)

Oggzn became St. Peter (patron of war)

Oshzn became Our Lady of Charity (controls money, sensuality…)

Many Santerian beliefs are not freely discussed outside of the faith. In addition, there are many religious leaders whose beliefs and practices differ significantly. information click here