Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – A Day in Your Life

What you do today is important

because you are exchanging

a day in your LIFE for it.

Let it be something good.

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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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Today’s Achievement Marks

Today’s Achievement Marks

a fond farewell to yesterday,

a warm welcome to tomorrow.

the sunset of a beautiful part of the past,

the sunrise of a bright new future.

the beginning of new challenges,

the promise of success in the future,

and the anticipation of ever greater happiness.

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2020©annonymous


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Nurture Yourself – The Power Within

The Power Within

Within our reach

lies every path

we ever dream of taking.

 

Within our power

lies every step  

we ever dream of making.

 

Within our range

lies every joy

we ever dream of seeing.

Within ourselves

lies everything

we ever dream of being.

2020©annonymous

🙏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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Weekend Humor – 6

The Helicopter Ride

Bill and his wife Blanche go to the state fair every year.

Every year, Bill would say, “Blanche, I’d like to ride in that helicopter.”

Blanche always replied, “I know Bill but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks,

and fifty bucks is fifty bucks!”

One year Bill and Blanche went to the fair, and Bill said,

“Blanche, I’m 75 years old, if I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.”

To this, Blanche replied, “Bill that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks.”

The pilot overheard the couple and said, “Folks I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don’t say a word I won’t charge you a penny but if you say one word it’s fifty bucks.”

Bill and Blanche agreed; so up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard.

He did his daredevil tricks over and over again but still not a word.

When they landed, the pilot turned to Bill and said, “By golly, I did everything

I could to get you to yell out, but you didn’t. I’m impressed! “

Bill replied, “Well, to tell you the truth I almost said something when

Blanche fell out, but you know, Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!“

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Todays Thought:

Senior Texting: LMDO – laughing my dentures out

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During our current crisis, media has become our way of communicating.

To brighten up your spirits, here is a silly bit of humor.

If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.

I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.

LOLOL … have a Happy Week 😎

Isadora 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – The Hat Factory

 

“It’s time for me to go, Gloria. It’s 3:00 already. Where does the time go?”

Grandma worked the night shift at the hat factory. Not many liked working the 4 to midnight hours.

Listening to her hat-making stories was fascinating.

As a child, I always wore the most stylish hats. She made them from leftover scraps of material from her work station.

Yesterday, I overheard her angry words about Mr. Grossman.

“He had the nerve to presume he could touch my breast,” she told my Mom. “Here, I thought he’d been generous with the leftover materials. I quit.”

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Jan Wayne Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Her Games Shows

The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.

I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen. 

 I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen. 

I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”

“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.

“The shows are all repeats, right?”

“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”

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They found Dina murdered in her recliner. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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