May our hearts garden awaken bloom with hundreds of flowers … Thich Nhat Hanh
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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
Sunday Song – Flor Palida
Flor Palida 2015©Isadora DeLaVega
If someone tells you a certain
song is important to them,
You should close your eyes,
turn up the volume
and really listen.
By the end of the song,
you will know that person much better.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Marc Anthony – Flor Palia
**** Flor Palida – Faded/Pale Flower
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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Lonely Bed
Love burns too
Cool the fire within
Kiss away sorrow
2019©Isadora De La Vega
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).
Autumn in New York
Autumn is a Second Spring
When every Leaf
is a Flower
©Albert Camus
We Are Not Alone
We Are Not Alone … ©Brene Brown
Friday Fictioneers – The Reunion
It was Thursday.
In one more day, I’ll be off to a reunion with friends from my cheerleading days.
We’d been Skyping plans for weeks.
Checking into the hotel, the exhilaration was palpable. Adjoining rooms was perfect.
Exhilarated, I unpacked the t-shirts I’d designed,
‘Eastern District High School Cheerleaders 1965’
After dinner, donning our t-shirts, we made our way to the football field.
It was the same as it had always been.
Memories came flooding back.
We recalled stories.
Raucous laughter and tears flowed.
Hugs were shared.
Standing in her old spot, Mona was overcome.
She died smiling.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt: Dale Rogerson
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*****I’ve edited the last line to say ‘Died’ instead of ‘Passed’. A writer can learn from other writers many things to improve our writing. Neil @ Neil Macdonald Author thought it was clearer if I changed it. Thanks, Neil.
Friday Fictioneers – It’s Time to Say Goodbye
You left.
Your books left behind as a reminder of your passion; reading.
And, I spent time building something that could not be built.
You showed me I’d counted on the illusion of my heart.
Yes, perhaps, it’s time to say goodbye my love.
These words you dared not want to hear.
For our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand.
For it would fall upon itself because we tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed.
It’s hard to distinguish whether the world we live in is a reality or delusion.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©CEAyr
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