Inside the Mind of Isadora

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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Cafe Chat – Where have I been?

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.

Tree of Life

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


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Friday Fictioneers – Her Games Shows

The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.

I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen. 

 I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen. 

I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”

“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.

“The shows are all repeats, right?”

“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”

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They found Dina murdered in her recliner. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Our Promise

 It felt odd standing at the front door.

“Come on, Brie. Open up.”

She turned the doorknob; they entered.

The house felt eerily quiet.

The euphoria from days-gone-by was missing.

Brie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days.

She was opposed to it.

James insisted, “It’s the right thing to do.”

“She relies on tubes, drips, and machinery?” he shouted.

“But, she’s alive,” I pleaded.

“And, our promise to let her die with dignity.”

“She gave us life, James.”

“Then, we owe her dignity in death.” 

“Doctor, my brother and I …”

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“Look Brie, mom’s favorite Paris poster.”

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©C.E.Ayer

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Just Another Day at Work

 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

He came home at 1:30 a.m. He’d done a 4 to midnight tour.

Sandy, always, waited up for him. She could never sleep when he was at work.

Baking and ironing kept her occupied until she heard the key in the door.

His enormously firm hug let her know it had been a tough night. 

She could smell smoke in his hair. 

He rambled on about the fire and casualties. 

Six children, he repeated several times. 

Tears fell down his face.

We could hear them screaming. 

The flames were everywhere. 

We just couldn’t get them out. 

They died.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt©RogerBultot

 

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***** Edited story from 2015 that didn’t receive much recognition the first time.


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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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 Becca at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea 

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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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*****Rectify – Season 1


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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

Photo’s and article by Variety

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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,

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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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