Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – Life is Just a Moment

I read this, “Life is Just a Moment.” 

It’s insightful. It’s touching. 

The ending has a profound lesson.

           Perhaps, because of all the recent events in the news and my personal life,

 we need to focus on Living Life in every moment. 

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A man died…

When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.

Dialog between God and Man:

God: “Alright son, it’s time to go.”

Man: “So soon? I had a lot of plans…”

God: “I am sorry but, it’s time to go.”

Man: “What do you have in that suitcase?”

God: “Your belongings.”

Man: “My belongings? You mean my things … clothes… money”

God: “Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth.”

Man: “Is it my memories?”

God: “No, they belong to Time.

Man: “Is it my talent?”

God: “No, they belong to Circumstance.

Man: “Is it my friends and family?”

God: “No son, they belong to the Path you Traveled.”

Man: “Is it my wife and children?”

God: “No, they belong to your Heart.”

Man: “Then, it must be my Body.”

God: “No No… it belongs to Dust.

Man: “Then, surely, it must be my Soul!”

God: “You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.”

The man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from God’s hand and opened it…

Empty…

Heartbroken and with tears running down his cheeks he asked God… “I never owned anything?”

God: “That’s right. You never owned anything.”

Man: “Then? What was mine?”

God: Your “MOMENTS.

Every moment you lived was “Yours!!!”

Do Good in every moment

Think Good in every moment

Thank God for every moment

Life is just a MOMENT!

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

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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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Sunday Song – I Hurt Too

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Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems, are not words after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
© Mary Oliver – A Poetry Handbook

I Hurt Too by Katie Herzig with lyrics

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Friday Fictioneers – We Did All We Could

When the ambulance arrived they rushed him straight to the operating room.

We paced outside the coffee lounge waiting area. 

It seemed like hours but only minutes had passed.

No one dared speak for fear of causing a deluge of emotions in the nervous mother.

Her woeful cries, when she first heard of her sons accident, rang in Isadora’s ears. She wasn’t sure she could bring comfort to her mother if anything happened to her brother, Vincent.

Hours passed. 

It didn’t seem possible, they hadn’t heard anything.

Finally, Dr. Ramundi, approached. “I’m sorry. We did all we could.” 

Anguished cries. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

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          *****Although this story is fiction, it’s been influenced by the recent death of my grandson, Vincent.

                                     

                                                Vincent Alfonso Carrozza, 23, passed away on Monday, Sep 17, 2018

                                                           at Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.

                                                           My granddaughter, Isadora, was named after me.

                                                 My grandson Vincent’s middle name was my husbands first name, Alfonso.

 


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Sunday Song – In the Arms of an Angel – Hallelujah

Anthony Bourdain dead @ 61 June 25, 1956 – June 8, 2018

Chef – writer – TV host

Photo’s and article by Variety

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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,

please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

Kate Spade dead @ 55 December 24, 1962 – June 5, 2018

Fashion Designer

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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,

please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).


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Friday Fictioneers – The Pink Dress

Mother asked me to get one of Oma’s dresses for the viewing.

Walking through the house, I could feel Oma in every room. 

She was with me; guiding me. 

Small things meant a lot to her; like working in the garden, a walk in the park or sitting on her front porch listening to the birds sing.

Oma kept an impeccable home. Her treasured crystal, Rogaska, bowl on her dining room table always had fresh flowers or plants.

Opa loved her pink gown from their 75 anniversary. 

He’d said, “My heart fluttered when we danced.” 

This will be the dress. 

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Heavy Hearts in Florida

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They were people like you and me.

Students left the safety of their homes to attend school for a better future. The teachers were there to help guide them to that purpose.

It never crossed their minds that on that particular day their lives would change forever.

When we leave our homes, how many of us think that we’ll never return?

I think, none of us.

Our lives have been changed by a horrific tragedy that happened in Parkland, Florida.

Seventeen people lost their lives and another fifteen were injured, some struggling in hospitals to survive.

It must have been overwhelming for families to wait; transfixed on hearing news of whether or not their family member, child or spouse was okay.

It’s a scenario that’s happening too often.

The losses of innocent people has burdened us with heavy hearts.

I hear these news reports and it paralyzes me. I can’t believe the hate.

The angry feelings that can well-up inside someone to bring them to that level of the destruction of lives.

These are criminals with lack of empathy for others.  Monsters who have little regard for human life.

When will this end?

How will it be stopped?

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost in Parkland, Florida:

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 to All …
Isadora
2018©Isadora De La Vega

 

John Lennon – Imagine

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Friday Fictioneers – A Small Stone

He stood at the door of 28909 Rue de Jardin. Memories flooded his mind. He’d never imagined seeing this house again.

Why had his father left it to him?

They hadn’t spoken in forty years. He was ten. His mother had divorced him immediately after she discovered his affair. Her broken heart finally erased by her suicide.

Sitting with Clarice, the now 90 year old mistress, in the large windowed parlor he remembered the park view from his bedroom. The wounds still felt razor deep.

He placed a stone on the gravestone; softly murmuring, “Ikh bin dir mühl. Hasholem Aaron Steinman”.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 101 words
Photo Prompt: Janet Webb

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*****I forgive you in Yiddish – ikh bin dir mühl

*****Rest in Peace in Yiddish – hasholem

***** Within the Jewish faith, it is customary to leave a small stone on a grave. Placing the stone on a grave serves as a sign to others that someone has visited the grave. It also enables visitors to partake in the mitzvah tradition commemorating the burial of the deceased. Stones are a fitting symbol of the lasting presence of the departed life. info©shiva.com


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Friday Fictioneers – The Last Letter

The house was eerily quiet. The chilly air, a reminder of her long-term estrangement from her mother.

Sorting through years of her mementos was going to be laboriously stressful. It would be easier once Monique arrived.

She opened a leather box her mother kept on her desk. Letters from France?

Angelique read the last letter:

‘Dearest,
I miss you, though your touch lingers still.
Without you, time is an empty space.
I long to hold you. My heart aches for your return.
Come back soon, Mon amour.
Je t’aime,
Pierre’

Ergo, the secret of our French names finally revealed.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt©Sandra Crook

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Sunday Song – Havana Nights

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Music touches us all in different ways.

It can heal hearts, calm our fears or create memories when heard.

2016©art and photography by Isadora DeLaVega

 Jesse Cooks * Havana *

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The announcement was made yesterday, that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro died, November 26, 2016,

His brother, Raul Castro, made the announcement on Cuban television.

His death has created joy in the hearts of those who fled his regime and live in the United States.

The news reports of Cubans cheering in Miami, Florida was everywhere.

Yet, others who are living in Cuba are mourning his loss.

He was 90 years old. He’s ruled Cuba for over 60 years.

And, has outlived 6 of our presidents in the United States.

Whatever your political belief, changes are going to happen.

Who can say if it will be for the good or the bad of the people.

Politically things are shifting and changing everywhere; including here in the United States.

Let’s hope these changes, if and when they happen, are peaceful and of benefit to the people they represent.

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Fidel’s Cigar by WRATH OF THE PEN

Fidel Castro  🙏  R.I.P.

For today, let’s enjoy the music of Cuba.

Isadora 😎

2016©Isadora De La Vega

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Tragedy in Orlando

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They were people like you and me. They left the safety of their homes for an evening of dancing, laughter and fun. It never crossed their minds that this would be the night their lives would end.

When we leave our homes, how many of us think that we’ll never return?

I think, none of us.

Our lives have been changed by a horrific tragedy that happened in Orlando, Florida.

Fifty Forty nine people lost their lives and another fifty-three are struggling in hospitals to survive. Families transfixed on hearing news of whether ot not their family member, child or spouse are okay.

It’s a scenario that’s happening too often.

The losses of innocent people has burdened us with heavy hearts.

I hear these news reports and it paralyzes me. I can’t believe the hate. The lack of human empathy for others who are not like us.

When will this end?

How will it be stopped?

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost in Orlando:

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 to All …
Isadora
©2016

 

John Lennon – Imagine

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