Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Bobeshi Rivqah

Bobeshi Rivqah lived with her son, Rabbi Gerwitz and his family, above the temple in Brooklyn, New York.

She enjoyed walking and talking with everyone in the neighborhood.

They all knew her as bobeshi. 

Retelling stories from her childhood at the Treblinka concentration camp, often, brought tears from those who listened.

Now, her health was failing; too ill to take walks.

Rabbi Gerwitz asked the congregation for prays for bobeshi. 

Stomach cancer took her before the test results came back.

The congregation overflowed into the street as the family sat shiva. 

Finally, Bobeshi Rivqah had found loving acceptance and peace. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Historical

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©RogerBultot

 

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Rivqah / רִבְקָה – Rebbecca

Bobeshiבאָבעשי – Granny

Shiva / שִׁבְעָה – literally means seven. It is the week-long mourning period in Judaism.


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Sunday Song – The Beauty of the Dancer

You see the beauty of the dancer,

You hear the beauty of the song,

You feel the beauty all around you,

You wonder where do you belong.

You are the beauty of the dancer,

You are the beauty of the song,

You are the beauty all around you,

You’re standing right where you belong.

All above you,

All below you,

All around you,

All within you.

Beauty all above you, beauty all below you,

Beauty all around you, beauty all within you

You are beauty

You are beauty

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The Beauty of the Dancer

words/music©SaraThomsen

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Friday Fictioneers – Just Once

The study was dreary even with the sun shining through the thin curtains.

‘Just once,’ he’d said.

Part of her wanted to give into his adulterous plan. 

She twisted her wedding band round and round. 

Her heart fluttered with a wave of excitement.

Glancing at the clock, she knew Randall wouldn’t be home for hours.

His empty whiskey glass her justification for the wayward exploit.

The phone rang again.

She picked up the receiver slowly; her yearning greater than her reasoning. 

She could hear his voice was full of desire.

“Once,” she said to him, “just once and never again.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 

 

Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt:©Fatima Fakier Deria

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Be Who You Are

You can’t be everything to everyone   

You need to be everything to one: yourself.

Often times, we live our lives based on what others expect of us.

If we don’t meet their expectations we wallow in self-doubt and deprecation.

We can’t bare the pain we see in their eyes or read in their words. 

Our lives are ours to live in our own way. We can never please everyone. 

Yes, we can hope to be seen as who we truly are. 

Unfortunately, we can only be a beacon of light guiding others to the path of kindness while healing our own wounds.

If we embrace our own journey with open eyes and travel to the places and moments that heal us, we will find greater joy for life everyday. 

Every moment we savor in our lives is an immense gift of peacefulness we couldn’t see before.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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When your life passes you by

until you believe that you’re no one

Every time you’re tempted to cry

make a om of your own

Take your time

Searching high and low

Try to climb every doubt every soul

Through the sky, there’s a path you know

Take your time to catch the frame of every rainbow

Free times for a lifetime

Sound of the universe

Waking the dream of the sleep

Suddenly silence

Take your time

Searching high and low

Try to climb every doubt every sorrow

Through the sky, there’s a path you know

Take your time to catch the frame of every rainbow

 


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Nurture Yourself – When Things Go Wrong

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint on the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re the hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

2019©IsadoraDeLaVega

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Friday Fictioneers – Sunflower Memories

 

Bright sunflowers had greeted Nadia each time she’d visited her baba Oksana. 

As a small child, she’d watched her grandmother cook traditional Russian meals while recounting tales of her journey to the new land she’d eventually call home.

She’d traveled on a crowded boat with few belongings. The small amount of sunflower seeds she’d brought to eat were almost gone by the time she’d arrived. 

Oksana decided to plant the leftover sunflower seeds in remembrance of her home; left behind.

Imprinted in Nadia’s heart, memories of her baba Oksana’s smile and love of sunflowers.

Nadia planted sunflowers at her grave.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count:100 words

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz

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*****The dictionary terms and basic forms for grandfather and grandmother in Russian are dedushka and babushka. They’re often shortened for children to ded (grandfather) or baba (grandmother).