Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems, are not words after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
© Mary Oliver – A Poetry Handbook
I Hurt Too by Katie Herzig with lyrics
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*****Rectify – Season 1
As we walk this journey we call life, there are bound to be rocky roads.
Paths paved in stones of different shapes and sizes that cause us to stumble and fall.
These create suffering, heartache and pain.
At times, the rough terrain is difficult. But, we can polish the rocks smoothly if we believe in ourselves to carry on.
Its up to us to creatively approach our problems. We need to grind our own collection of rocks into precious gems.
Don’t lose heart as you continue to walk your path.
We can grind these rocks into polished brilliant stones.
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
AAAaaaahhhhh ….. the season of summer is upon us.
May the sun shine upon your life ….
And may the summer breezes gently sing a song of “LOVE”
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
A smooth jazz rendition of Summertime by Ray Barretto
A good one to grab you honey and take to the living room dance floor.
Now, that your legs are warmed up, time to have a sip of your Pina Colada.
It’s time for a beach song celebrating a favorite summer sound.
Grab that drink and sit back and rest with a little Janis.
Happy Summer …
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If you have a favorite Summer song, feel free to add it in the comments so we can all enjoy …..
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Florida’s been having temperatures in the low to mid 80’s. It’s summer.
Jeffrey & Poppy walk the Beach
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I’ll walk with you
Footprints in the Sand
And helped me understand
Where I’m going
2018©Leona Lewis
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Love transcends through the nurturing of our future sons and daughters.
In this case, I chose my grandson who will one day be the voice that may change the world.
Where there is LOVE there is hope.
Teach your children well …
Isadora
For my grandson, Jeffrey. He gives unconditional LOVE …
leona lewis – footprints in the sand lyrics
Anthony Bourdain dead @ 61 June 25, 1956 – June 8, 2018
Chef – writer – TV host
Photo’s and article by Variety
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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,
please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
Kate Spade dead @ 55 December 24, 1962 – June 5, 2018
Fashion Designer
Photo’s and article by Variety
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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,
please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).
Walking in the Garden 2018©Isadora DeLaVega
This year, Mother’s Day, is May 13, 2018. It’s the day we celebrate the special women who’ve raised us.
I think everyone would agree that any woman whose raised a child deserves to be recognized everyday.
She’s filled with boundless love and makes enormous sacrifices.
Mothers have arms brimming with comfort and love.
For those of you who are blessed to have your mothers with you,
May your Mother’s Day, with her, be filled with immense joy….!!!!
For those of you have lost your mothers,
May your Mother’s Day be filled with your precious memories of her.
Happy Mother’s Day to All …. !!!
A Mother’s Love by Jim Brickman
A Mother’s Prayer – Celine Dion
I think this song is perfect for our recent
viewing of the Blue Moon.
Enjoy … Isadora
Jason Mraz ~ Bella Luna
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…
