Sapphire Wings 2021©Isadora De La Vega
When the sun shines
and brings it’s warmth
When your petals glisten
after a gentle rain
When your blossoms
flourish before me
I will be grateful
for your colorful light.
2021©IsadoraDeLaVega
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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Anthony, Dad wants you to pile the wood he chopped last Saturday.
I watched him as he went to the barn for the wheel-barrow. The doctors said to keep him active, and his hyper-active behavior will calm down. Many kids with ADHD become productive adults.
It had snowed the night before. Pushing the wheel-barrow was tough.
He was done and stood proud as he viewed his work.
Momma, come on out to see the woodpile.
Bewildered, she hid her emotions.
Anthony, my sweet boy, you’ve added the woodpile to the front of the house instead of the back.
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:DaleRogerson
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Like scattered petals fallen to the ground,
My heart needs the pieces put back together.
Your words erased my existence.
Now, I can be free.
For you are gone,
And, I will never speak your words.
When I was young,
You held me captive.
You cannot hurt me now,
Nor do I scare.
Love does not dominate
It cultivates and cares.
I will not ever have your love,
But I have someone who cares.
2021©Isadora DeLaVega
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Every Wednesday, Crispina will post a photo like this one above.
You are to respond with something CREATIVE
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157
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Photograph by Ivan Samkov 2021©IvaSamkov
Dancing shoes
that cannot dance
Without dancing feet
2021©Isadora DeLaVega
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Walking around 42nd street in Manhattan with Amanda can be trying.
New York City is the hustle and bustle of people.
Hawkers get in your space, enticing you to buy items that may or may not be legal.
Why did Tom tell me to go out for a walk while he was at his meeting?
“Mama, look at that fun shop. There’s big glasses in the window.”
“No, Amanda, it isn’t a children’s shop.”
“What kind of a shop is it, Mama?”
“It’s an adult shop; children aren’t allowed. Let’s go to Rockefeller Center; there’s an American Girl Doll store.”
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:RogerBultot
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*****American Girl Doll – “The American Girl experience is more than just a collection of toys. It is a collection of magical moments filled with goodness—moments that will nourish a little girl’s spirit, send her imagination soaring, and make her dreams come true.”—Pleasant T. Rowland
When Pleasant founded American Girl in 1986, she believed that great stories with aspirational characters could inspire girls to make their own positive mark on the world—and she was right. Since then, we’ve been a trusted partner in empowering girls with confidence and character. ©PleasantT.Rowland
Indeed …
the smell of the salty air
pampered bodies, serene
savor the feasts of sous chefs
walk peaceful nights
tranquil dark star-studded skies
soak in the breeze of love
2021©Isadora De La Vega
My eyes must be deceiving me.
It’s my childhood bike.
I reflect on the hours of recreation we had together.
You gave me happy days of endless activity.
I never thought I’d grow to ignore you, but other things took your place.
Here you are in Momma’s crumbling house; your body rusted, consumed with decay.
I didn’t expect you to be here among the memories of my childhood.
You played a sweet symphony of shades of color for me to enjoy.
Fear of endings grasps my emotions.
I banish them to the disposable world, and their unique beauty ends.
2021©Isadora De La Vega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©LisaFox
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Welcome – make yourself at home. Pour yourself a cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.
Like the image above, LIFE can get in the way of things. It’s been that way with my blogging. It’s been difficult to get back to blogging with so many unavoidable things happening.
It started when I had issues with my computer/ WP. This was in May, 2021. No matter how many times I tried to get my blog to add a post, a blank page would be showing. Yes, the happiness helpers were very helpful. But it didn’t always work after the help was given but I’d still try again and again.
I blog because I want to expess my thoughts in my mind. If I’m having difficulty with the postings, I’m gone. I want to enjoy life not be frustrated by a machine. I decided it was a good time to take a break. I couldn’t post the break so I just accepted that my followers might assume I didn’t care if they popped by. Of course, this wasn’t the case but it couldn’t be helped or fixed. I wondered, for sure.
Shortly after that decision, I had a bridge crack. My dental nightmare began. It’s been quite a lot of work to create 5 permanent bridges on one side of my mouth. The discomfort was unbearable. Now, I’m taking a break from this pain and will do the other side soon. LOL The dentist is questioning that.
In June, my middle daughter got married in South Carolina. We had been quarentined the entire year of 2020 and 5 months into 2021. No visitors, just Facetime and text messages plus no dancing, concerts, plays, restaurants … Nothing!!!
Despite my reservations about travel, we ventured out on a road trip to SC. We’re extremely happy we did. It felt wonderful to be with family again. The entire wedding was outdoors on her acre of land. The theme was a country wedding. She looked beautiful and very, very happy. It was laid back fun loving clebration of love.
My grandson decided to hop a ride with us to Florida after the wedding. It was great because he was able to help with the drive home. It’s a 12 hour drive. We were exhausted for a bit afterwards but still worth it. Family is nurturing.
Then, I got my 1st COVID 19 shot. I had a big round circle on my injection site which was very painful. A slight fever and body aches accompanied the arm ache. It lasted a few days; however, it’s made me feaful of how I’ll feel after the 2nd shot. I will complete the series. I can’t see not doing it due to a lillte discomfort.
AND … last but not least, it was my birthday yesterday, July 20th. I always enjoy celebrating the entire month with a variety of different events including game marathons but, this year, I decided it might be best to have small celebrations at home. After all, we’re still in the midst of some COVID warnings. My loving husband made a delicious dinner at Casa de Paz De La Vega with a giant balloon, flowers, candles, wine and soft music for a twirl around the living room. He’s such a romantic.
My plan is to start writing and posting photographs as much as LIFE allows me to.
May your hearts be filled with LIFE’S blessings of family, friends and LOVE … Isadora
Welcome – make yourself at home. Pick a pretty cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.
There is no preparation or test assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world.
We hear stories of tragedies. Usually, it’s someone else’s family.
No one expects it’s going to be theirs. No one prepares for death and, then, it happens.
The dreaded phone call or, as in my case, a letter which brings our carefully crafted house of calm and stability, crashing down with one single statement, ‘I’m sorry’.
Sorry … and, you wonder why they are sorry.
Sorry … about the fact they could not save the person.
Sorry … that they have to be the person to bring bad news to you.
Sorry … for the departure of your loved one from this world.
There is no preparation, no practice.
In that moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split-second reaction.
Either you grieve, or you don’t.
It’s a sad time for me.
My brother, George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 8, 1957.
He died December 01, 2020. He was born with a brain disability called Hydrocephalus. He lived with my mother until she pass away in 2010.
Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him. Shortly after, the government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family of his death.
When he died his body was sent to a medical school for students to explore his illness and study his organs. It felt overwhelming when I first read this in the letter. I’ve come to accept that he is helping people from suffering the life he led with their research. It’s a consolation to know he is now with his beloved mother and father.
R.I.P. George 🙏🏻
Reach out and touch someone with LOVE today ... Isadora 😎
What child or adult doesn’t enjoy playing with bubbles?
A combination of dish soap or shampoo and water create the liquid that can provide an afternoon of fun.
A thin layer of soap film forms hollow spheres when blown through an object. The bubbles don’t last very long before bursting but children always find it exciting to try and catch one. It’s always been a fun pastime.
Frank @ A Franke Angle hosts Beach Walk Reflections.
Last week, he wrote about bubbles at the beach.
His insightful essays on the topic are a pleasure read and worth a look.
https://beachwalkreflections.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/26-bubbles/
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