Inside the Mind of Isadora


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WDYS – A Child is Born

The morning sunrise was brilliant.

They enjoyed breakfast on the patio.

A game of chess in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The laborious suffering of childbirth had begun.

A precious child would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they’d been waiting months for this moment.

With tear filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

A gift filling their hearts with immeasurable happiness and love.

2022©Isadora Delavega

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                                                                          Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Credit: Kelly Sikkema@Unsplash

 

 


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Friday Fictioneers – You


You

He looks at her lying there on the blanket. He’s mesmerized by her luscious curves.

The lotion she cautiously applied to her skin glistens in the sun’s rays. 

Her ocean-drenched golden hair trickles droplets onto her shoulders.

She is lying blissfully below an azure sky. 

He is wondering, what she’s thinking?

Her beauty is matched only by the surrounding peaceful beach setting. 

You isolate by choice.

You are not alone.

Passion grasps his emotions with tender feelings of sensuality.

You are captivating.

You are bewitching.

You are mysterious.

You.

Are what I want!

You.

I want to know,

You.

2022©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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*****This was written for another challenge in February. I received one comment. I thought I’d repost on this challenge since it fit the photo prompt.


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WDYS – Love was like a River

Gazing out, I realized this was our place. 

We sat here by the river, watching it flow, holding hands, and confessing our hopes and dreams.

I remember when you said that love was like a river. You thought the river waters gush created a surge like love with its’ many highs and lows.                                     

Here by the river, my once empty days had been filled with love. You were my smile in the morning when I arose. You were the hug before I fell asleep.

What happened to us?

Where are those days of love that flowed like a river?

2022©Isadora Delavega

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                                                                          Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

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WDYS – A Mother’s Love

And when the way became rough for her, 

they lifted her and gave her their strength,

 just as she had given them hers. 

One day, their mother led them to a hill. Beyond the mountain, they could see a shining road edged with trees and golden gates flung wide open. 

And mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. 

Now, I know the end is better than the beginning. My children can walk with dignity and pride, and with their heads held high, so can their children after them. 

And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” 

And they watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. 

And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”

2022©Isadora Delavega

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                                                                          Word Count: 155

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Credit:Casey Horner@Unsplash

 

 


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WDYS – Remember & Return to Me

#WhatDoYouSee

Who are You?

I see you in the broken mirrored glass.

My eyes express my fragmented edges. 

Where has the very rational, 

patient, and very curious person gone?

My desire to learn and meet new challenges is gone. 

He will return after the world settles again.

Our freedoms are stolen because, in war, there isn’t a choice. 

Our life’s emotions are destroyed and stripped away, separating us.

Remember and return to me. 

2022©Isadora Delavega

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Make Magic Happen

The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.

She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.

Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.

The rose garden was to be her final resting place.

She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”

Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.

I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

photo prompt©Dale Rogerson

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Pierre’s Tulip Garden 

She was waiting for Pierre in the garden. He’d gone to get some wine for their moonlight stargazing tonight. He was always very romantic.

The floral scents engulfed her as she walked among the many

prize-winning tulips.

There were many varieties. Pierre was proud of his green thumb. 

Turning, she saw him running towards her. 

“Mona! My precious flowerThe love of my life.”

Finally, he said it. 

“Oh, Pierre!

Mona, my flower!”

Oh, Pierre! I love you too!

Pierre reached her. He knelt and moved her foot aside.

“My flower!” “You were standing on my prize-winning flower.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda

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*****Do to alot of out of state visitors, I’ve edited an oldie but somewhat goodie from a FF 2017 story that goes well with this pix. Ejoy 😎 🌸 😍


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Sister’s Forever

Is solace, anywhere, more comforting than in the arms of a sister©AliceWalker

Image© Ben White@Unsplash

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Great joy within my heart

for upon the trees

The blossoms spring

titanium white and crimson gold

The azure sky

The sun’s splendid glow

Divinely lit and encapsulates 

my sanctuary 

A world that takes me to another place

A beautiful painting of simplicity and grace

Transparent, connected forever 

Warm and joyous to my heart. 

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Sunday Song – Jazz Tunes

Musical tones bring joy and happiness within, dance captures sound in every step in time.

The blues tells a story in itself. It can make you happy or give you a feeling to swing.

Etta James and B.B. King – There’s Something on Your Mind

paintings by Artist Amanda Cass

LOVE : the way to LOVE anything deeply is to realize it may be lost to you one day.

John Coltrane  &  Johnny Hartman     My One and Only You

paintings by Puerto Libre 

Smile – for it takes less muscles to smile than frown

 Images on the videos are exceptional … enjoy this weeks Jazz tunes …

Madeleine Peyroux – Smile

paintings by Puerto Libre


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Nurture Yourself –  A Parable of The Guests

The Guests

In browsing through some of my posts, I came across this one on LOVE from 2016. Today is February 28, 2022, and the last day of the month of LOVE. I thought I’d repost it. Its insightful, touching, and profound, as most fables are. Because of the recent events in the news, we need to focus on LOVE for ourselves and others.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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The Guests

A woman was in her garden when she saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. 

She said, “I do not know you. Are you hungry? Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”

“No,” she replied. “He’s out.”

“Then we cannot come in,” they replied. 

 When her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them to come in!”                                                 

The woman went out and invited them in.

“We do not go into a house together,” they replied. 

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: 

“His name is Wealth, he said, pointing to one of his friends; pointing another, he said, his name is Success, and I am Love.”         

Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you would like to come in.”

The woman went in and told her husband what they had was said. 

Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!” he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth!” 

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the room. 

She jumped in with her suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then would be full of Love!”

Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to the wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the three old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking towards the house. The other two old men got up and followed him. 

Surprised, the woman asked Wealth and Success, “Why are you coming inside? I only invited Love.” 

The old men replied: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but you invited Love. 

“Wherever he goes, we go with him.” 

“Wherever there is Love, there is Wealth and Success!”

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In Love and Light,

Namaste,

Isadora 🙏🏻

2022©Isadora De La Vega

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.