Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Sunday Song – If My Heart Had Windows

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost.  

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

A Gift of Love

Without you,
Life is just existing.
With you,
Life is worth living.

You put a name on the
songs birds sing.
And, you bring the smell of flowers
to a breezy spring.

You are my sun.
You are my moon.
Please, get well.
And, come home soon. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A tear may appear when I hold you near

But, that’s for the sweet things you do

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you.

By your side I will stay ’til we’re old and gray

Reminiscing young moments we knew

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A thief couldn’t steal the love that I feel

Heaven for me has come true

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

 


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Friday Fictioneers – The Honeymoon

Dear Mom & Dad,

I’m sure this ‘Thank You’ note seems quite contrary to my persona, but it’s no-less sincere.

I’ve realized how my past ungrateful behaviors have hurt you. I apologize for it all.

The incredible gala you created for my marriage to Harry left me breathless. 

As I’m sitting on the balcony with this magical view of Portofino, I’m tearful of the years we’ve missed together. Milestone celebrations; each lost along the way.

Your description of our honeymoon get-a-way was on target, to the last detail. 

Spellbound describes how I feel today.

All my love,

Meghan

2019©Isadora DeLaVega 

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Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt: CEAyr

 

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***** The names of the characters in this fiction story is in no way associated with the Royals of England.

          I simply needed two names for my characters. I have no clue about Meghan or Harry’s lives. Thanks 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – Foolish Games

“Quiet she’s walking this way,” Patricia whispered. 

Francesca approached cautiously. 

They huddled together excluding her.

Shelia chastised Patricia’s meanness. “Invite her!”

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“Hey, Francesca, want to come to my party?”, Patricia asked, while handing her a paper.

An invite? She couldn’t believe it.

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll ask my Mom”.

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“Please, Mom”. “Patricia is the popular girl.”

“Fine, one hour only.”

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The instructions read: ‘Go 2 blocks passed the deli on Elm Street.’ Desperate, Francesca asked a passing older woman.

“No dear, there’s no Cherry Lane around here”.

A heavy rain began to fall, the perfect cover for a fools tears.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: J.Hardy Carroll

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***** Bullying is the use of force, threat, exclusion or coercion to abuse, or intimidate aggressively toward others. The behavior is often repeated and habitual in an event to overpower another.

***** Although I attended a Catholic parochial school which should have made bullying null and void, it did not. As the only Latino child in an all anglo school, my ethnic difference provided a great deal for students to use against me. Bullying comes in many colors and ethnic backgrounds; perhaps, one day it will be erradicated.

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Amusement Park Rides

Adults held children while running and screaming in all directions. 

Horror on their faces signaled an unmistakable accident.

Uniformed fair staff and guards gathered everyone to safe zones.

A day of carnival treats and rides; now, the scene of a devastating tragedy.

Shock and terror paralyzed me. 

I’d declined my friends request that morning to chaperone her son, my daughter’s friend, to the fair. With six kids to monitor, I couldn’t manage more.

A round-a-bout chair ride suddenly stopped causing the chain to sever her sons’ leg. 

Amusement parks were off our activities list from that day forward.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Short Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Dale Rogerson

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Letting Go

How can we do that? 

We can let go.

We do it by focusing on the positive things in our lives. We need to stop comparing ourselves to others. There are times we lose sight of the wonderful person we are. 

We look in the mirror and see flaws. We don’t like what we see.

We try to change ourselves into the people we’re comparing ourselves to and try to create that person we see in them. 

The negative messages we were told while growing up create hollow spaces in our minds. They carve until they sculpt our emotions. If we look at those negative messages, now, we might not fit into them; yet, still believe them. They’re difficult to erase. They need to be filled in with positive affirmations about ourselves.

Only, we can change those negative messages. 

Only, we can start to look at ourselves in order to form the persona we really are. 

We can create and develop more of a positive mind. 

We can strengthen our positive minds for a better way of being by letting go of those negative thoughts. We need to become real with ourselves by accepting the entire person we are despite what others may think.

We just have to be okay with ourselves.

2019©IsadoraDeLaVega

 


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Heavy Hearts in Christchurch, New Zealand

Once again, our lives have been saddened by the horrific tragedy that occurred in a Mosque in Christchurch, New Zealand. The innocent killing of 49 people and the many injured and hospitalized is overwhelming to hear about and to witness on the evening news.   

I’m sure none of them went to this Mosque thinking this would be their last day alive. They were there to find peace and to show gratitude for the lives they were living.

A madman decided he wanted to eliminate people he disliked. His reasons far too obtuse to give them any thought.

This was not a madman. 

This was someone who wanted to control the way the world should be. He methodically planned all of it. That’s not the mind of a madman. It’s the mind of a man who doesn’t respect human life.  I disagree with calling this  mad man.

The losses of the lives of innocent children and adults has burdened us with heavy hearts.

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost we send our prayers.

My Wish 

Let’s wish people freedom to worship 

Let’s wish people healing from pain

Let’s wish people a prayer of comfort

Let’s wish people a gentle touch of good will

Let’s wish people a smile of cheer

Let’s wish people a  peaceful hand to hold

Let’s wish people encouraging days

Let’s wish people a loving hug 

Let’s wish for peace to rule the world not hate.

  I wish to believe that no matter what life gives us we can have hope.

Wherever, we want to be with a loving hand to help us we can get there.

May your troubled hearts find peace and comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone.

May God’s presence ease your trembling spirit and give you rest.

He is there to cast sunlight into all of your darkened shadows,

to send encouragement through the love of friends and family,

and to replace your weariness with new hope.

Blessings, Isadora 🙏

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – You are My Sunshine

He’d be leaving in a few days.

He and his cousin decided to go to the local social club.

Some family and friends would be playing dominoes or dancing.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a gal in the distance.

“She’s new in town,” his cousin said,

He decided he’d ask her to dance. 

Shyly, she declined. 

“You’re new in town,” he said. “I’m Alfonso.”

Blushing, “I’m Rosa Amelia.”

Eventually, he had her smiling and did get one dance.

His letter arrived. She was ecstatic. 

It ended, “I’m going to sing, ‘You are My Sunshine’ to you.”

“Because, you are.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Word Count: 100

Genre: Memoir

Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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***** Alfonso and Rosa Amelia De La Vega married shortly after his return from World War II.  

They were happily married for 45 years until his death in 1977.


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Butterfly Dance

Flutter by

Butterfly

Flutter by

Tulips and Poppies

Roses and Orchids

Dream of your visit

Petal to Petal

Swirl and Drink

Sweet Nectar

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Stunnung video of a meditative dance between two entranced souls.

 

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Nurture Thursday


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Friday Fictioneers – Dessert Mademoiselle

Chez Maisonette was her favorite special occasion french restaurant. 

Valentine’s Day was their first date there and, now again, a year later.

She primped choosing to wear red his favorite color.

It was a cool evening. The restaurant, a short walk from their apartment.

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The champagne must have gone straight to her head. 

She laughed when he said, “I’m leaving you.”

“Why?”

“I’m done”.

“I need you,” she pleaded.

He patted her hand, “You’ll thrive, dear, you always do.”

He kissed her, handed the waiter cash and left.

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Misty-eyed, she noticed the waiter was handsome.

“Dessert, Mademoiselle.”

Flirtatiously. 

“Yes.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: ©J.H.Carroll

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Friday Fictioneers – A Spirit that Remembers

Moonlight glimmers faintly, 

through breeze tossed curtains.

A glow flickers,

in the darkness of the night.

I can feel you.

A gentle touch that tingles my body,

emotions awaken within,

a spirit that remembers. 

Illusions of another time,

put to rest as,

heat burns my skin

and fire rakes the inside of my soul.

A musky scent of passion,

surrounds us like a wall.

Jasmine is in the air.

Filling the room, my senses,

desire reigning everywhere.

Moonlight creeps again,

into the darkened room,

Bodies burn with sweat,

from an afterglow of lust.

The forbidden fruit, 

nourishing, an eternal memory.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Poetry

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

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