Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Simplicity

Alone

each thing

is the very essence of simplicity.

A drop of water

with its wondrous transparency.

A strand of a spider’s silk

with its elasticity and strength.

A tiny seed

that holds within it

life.

Simplicity

the manifestation of a miracle.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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Never Forget

Don’t forget to glance up from your keyboard

and see how blue the sky is now and then.

Don’t forget to put away your cell phone

and spend time alone with a paintbrush or pen.

Don’t forget to seek the sound of silence

and let the daily traffic rush on by.

Remember that the secret of success is 

how happily you climb and not how high.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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Friday Fictioneers – The Stained Glass Cafe

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Lansbury is a cozy little New England town. Antiques, angler, and vintage clothing shops, beside victorian cafes, create a picturesque scene.

Martha met Randall at the church picnic. A new resident in town always catches the single girls eyes. Before leaving, he asks if we could meet for coffee on Friday at the cafe. 

Bashfully, I giggle, ‘yes’.

While waiting, I admire the sun playing with the blue hues on the stained glass windows. Rainbow rays reflecting a relaxed tone amid the chatter of people.

Entering the cafe, he approaches with a smile. 

In the glow, he is very handsome.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: FlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Jean L. Hays

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Friday Fictioneers – The Art of Living

Midnight bells echoed in the birth of 2021, a new year of creating a better life than we’d had. 2020 hadn’t been a good year.  A virus had spread from day one.

The government issued a stay-at-home quarantine. Masks and sanitizers were mandated. People changed, angry from isolation, rules, and restrictions. 

Old hobbies such-as board games, art projects, and cooking together helped relieve tensions. Families grew closer in isolation; some didn’t. 

Life was becoming art, brushstrokes creating paintings.

Each painting different; your family, your life.

Splashes of artful color bringing out something unique from inside of us. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Genre: HistoricFlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Turbulent Ocean Waves

Your minds like a sailboat 

floating with the wind.

Sailing across the water

of euphoric waves.

Turbulent ocean currents,

at times, control the way.

Negative thoughts, 

trapping your days.

But in time, buoyant and carefree

give rise to peaceful signs.

Erasing negative thinking,

as the waves settle down.

Our journey is for serene days, 

our hearts ever-yearning for calm.

Soon, we will be sneering at

these turbulent times.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega

 


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Nothing to Fear

Life is our journey,

we’re on a new path.

Our moments stolen,

from microbes unknown.

Are we willing to

accept our obstacles?

To travel fearless,

along our roads.

Aspects of life, 

are changing,

to coursed places,

strange and new.

Hide all your fears,

there’s nothing to fear,

I’m always with you.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Rendezvous

 

The phone rang.

Hello, she whispered.

“Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories from the first time they met, rapidly flooded her mind. 

He was walking along the shore with a metal detector.

She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky.

He glanced her way.

‘Do you always photograph people passing by?’ he said.

‘No, she replied, blushing.’

Thus, the beginning of a whirlwind romance.

He found an antique timepiece that day; her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the Bordeaux, he quickly added.”

“I can’t wait.”

She hung up the phone and smiled.

I wonder who that was?

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

 

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Are You Prejudice?

We’d all like to think that we’re open-minded and care about all of humanity.

I’ll be the first one to say, I believe we should all be treated the same despite age, race, color, or religious belief.

I may not always understand other people but I take the time to ask questions about whatever it is I don’t know

about the individual person and don’t make assumptions; perhaps, it may come from my own personal experiences. 

I wrote the following story in 2004. It still rings true today.

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Open your Mind – Open your Heart

I stand at the sink in the restroom, and stare into the mirror.

Sweating profusely and red-faced, after finishing two hours of grueling work, my display is ready for the private showing and sale of my handmade art jewelry at the Sarasota Yacht and Country Club.

A feeling of relief covers my face when I ask the director from the club committee if there is someplace I can change and freshen up. She takes me to a well-equipped bathroom where I can shower and dress before the ladies arrive for the luncheon.

The chatty director tells me, the bathroom is used by the women, after their golf games. They can shower and change if they are staying for lunch.

It was incredible to see fluffy white towels folded and waiting for the next person to come in and use them. After a refreshing shower and a new outfit, I was ready to enter the country club to begin my art lecture.

As I gathered my things, an elegantly dressed woman enters the bathroom. I turn and smile as the woman goes into one of the stalls, only to find her stepping back out rather quickly. She approaches me.

“Would you put some toilet tissue in that second stall? There isn’t any inside the container; she says in an annoyed tone, then, the woman scurries off into another bathroom stall.”

Flabbergasted, I question myself on what I heard.

Has she just told me to replace the toilet paper in an empty toilet paper holder?

Yes. Without a doubt, she had. 

A cold chill radiates through her body. My mind goes to places I do not want it to go. Emotions begin to rise in me.

Why is this woman assuming I’m hired help? 

Eventually, the woman is standing beside me at the bathroom sink.

“Have you gotten the toilet tissue for that stall yet?”, she says disapprovingly.

Taken aback by the incredulous words this woman is saying to me, I manage to tell her that I’m not a worker at the country club. Though I’m overwhelmed by this insulting woman, I gather-myself together enough to put into words that I’m the featured artist/lecturer for the luncheon.

The embarrassed woman stammers in an effort to find words to express herself. None seem to come her way. She blew a not-so-sincere apology and exited the bathroom as quickly as she could.

I stand frozen for what seems like a lifetime. Reflections of how far in the world we’ve come all disappear in one moment. My thoughts keep repeating, we are still in the days of repressive domination.

Nationality, color, and ethnicities are still prevalent in the minds of some upper-class white people. Unfortunately, this is a harsh reality that I did not expect on this very auspicious day. I’d been selected from a great many artistic jewelers to give a lecture at a country club luncheon. It was an invitation my peers had let me know they coveted.

With my shoulders back and a deep cleansing breath, I leave the bathroom and head for the lecture hall.

I would complete my task of lecturing on ‘Designer Jewelry in the Art World.’

Regardless of what the thoughts of others might be, I will stand proud in the power of my place in the art world as a Latina woman. I will engage the women at the luncheon with my knowledge of my art form. Hopefully, on this day, I will be able to educate someone on the proper way to treat other people of any kind, even hired help.

2020©Isadora Delavega

 

 


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The Light

Light

The night has a thousand eyes.

The day but one;

Yet, the light of the bright world dies

with the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one;

Yet, the light of a whole life dies

when its love is done. 

©Francis W. Bourdillon

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