Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Journey

Crimson Creative Challenge #152 2021©CrispinaKemp
Journey 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Never forget where you’ve been

Never lose sight of where you’re going

And, never take for granted

The people who travel

The journey with you

©anonymous

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Wilted Dreams

Wilted Flower 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
of the hour
My wilted flower

All alone
can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower

So much pain
standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower

You run away
and, there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower

Memories of all the hate
your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower

In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
©written by Jennifer Cramer


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Friday Fictioneers – Adult Shop

Walking around 42nd street in Manhattan with Amanda can be trying. 

New York City is the hustle and bustle of people.

Hawkers get in your space, enticing you to buy items that may or may not be legal. 

Why did Tom tell me to go out for a walk while he was at his meeting?

“Mama, look at that fun shop. There’s big glasses in the window.”

“No, Amanda, it isn’t a children’s shop.”

“What kind of a shop is it, Mama?”

“It’s an adult shop; children aren’t allowed. Let’s go to Rockefeller Center; there’s an American Girl Doll store.” 

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:RogerBultot

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*****American Girl Doll“The American Girl experience is more than just a collection of toys. It is a collection of magical moments filled with goodness—moments that will nourish a little girl’s spirit, send her imagination soaring, and make her dreams come true.”—Pleasant T. Rowland
When Pleasant founded American Girl in 1986, she believed that great stories with aspirational characters could inspire girls to make their own positive mark on the world—and she was right. Since then, we’ve been a trusted partner in empowering girls with confidence and character. ©PleasantT.Rowland


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Heaven’s Embrace 

I wish for a road

That is sunny and clear,

Filled with love’s blessings

And, friends who are dear.

I wish for blue skies.

And fields filled with flowers,

Fragrance and colors

To last seasonal hours.

It happens; I like

A mist on my face,

It’s a way to enjoy

Heaven’s embrace.

And soon, as time passes.

The season will change, 

To welcome a  crisp wintery stage

When life may not seem so sublime.

Most of all, I’m enthralled.

By a soft, fragrant flower,

That dances from Heaven

And sets hearts aglow.

I will never forget.

The joy and the glee,

I feel in my soul

As you give your love to me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Follow Your Heart photography2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Friday Fictioneers – Colegio de Nuestra Senora de la Valvanera

 

August 21, 1963, was the first day of my senior year.

I was in awe of the academy the week before when I had met with Mother Superior.

My mom and I stood before the twelve-foot gates with ornate handles and locks at the entrance. It was medieval.

Upon entering, we were directed to a small chapel for prayer before speaking to Mother Superior. Although more like a chapel, it was mesmerizing in its elaborate baroque style.

As we left, we could hear the Benedictine monks chanting in the courtyard.

A year-long immersion in the chant was a benediction.

2021©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Non-Fiction

Word Count: 101

Photo Prompt:DaleRogerson

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A Folktale – The Trouble Tree

The carpenter we hired to help us restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his beat-up pickup truck refused to start.

 While we drove him home,  he sat in stony silence.

 On arriving, he invited us in to meet his family.

As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

 When he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face is a wreath in smiles as he hugs his two small children and kisses his wife. 

Afterward, he walks us to the car. We pass the tree, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

 “Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied.” I know I can’t help having troubles on the job and in life, but one thing’s for sure, problems don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning, I pick them up again.” 

He paused. “Funny thing is,” he smiled, “When I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there ain’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.” ©anonymous

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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What Did Your Garden Grow?

Knowledge is like a garden; 

if not cultivated,

it cannot be harvested.

©Isadora DeLaVega

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Friday Fictioneers – Playing Hooky

Come on, Sandy.

No, I don’t want to get in trouble.

It’s beautiful down by the lake at this time.

No! I mean it.

There’s canoeing and paddling.

I don’t know how to do any of that. 

We don’t either. We can learn together.

Ed, Lila, and Ralph begged me to go.

Persuaded, I caved.

I didn’t paddle or canoe but watching the eagles flying above us made it all worthwhile.

In the end, I was happy I’d gone along.

In terror, I stood before my mom’s angry face.

 I knew my awful fate by the look on her face.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:KristaStrutz

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Friday Fictioneers – Love is Like a River

The cloudy night casts a shadow over the river.
Sitting on the bank, I’m regretting my failures while mourning my loss.
We’d felt solace here.
You were the chuckle in my laughter. The path I walked, that kept me straight.
We spent time listening to the reverberations of the river’s course.
Your eyes twinkled as you listened to me speak tender words of love.
The placid water exudes a strange calm.
There’s a stillness in the air that surrounds me.
Looking at the reflection of my face in the serenity of the water;
My thoughts linger gently on yesterday.
Gone …
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: PennyGadd

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She’ precious ❤️❤️❤️

This was originally posted on FF in 2016. I’ve repeated it due

to my granddaughter visiting with my new great-granddaughter.