Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – Be Mindful of Your Beloved Sisters and Brothers

This is a repost from October, 2016 which I felt bared repeating.

It’s difficult to grasp that things have not changed much since that year.

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When we recognize our unique beloved sister or brother
who does not look like us, we can begin to build a more peaceful world.
Learn to embrace the differences we have for we’re all cautiously walking our own journey of life; each of us with our own inner and outer conflicts. Peace among all sisters and brothers should be our purpose towards a better world.
Although the title of this video seems to lack what I’m saying, upon viewing you will see that it’s appropriate in showing that we are more alike than unalike.
Namaste,
Isadora
2016©Isadora De La Vega

Where the Hell is Matt? 2012

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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Siren Dreams

Mermaid Sculpture.web      Siren Dreams                                        2020©IsadoraDeLaVega

Dreams are the greatest gift.

They unwrap your future.

Fall in love with life.

Embrace your dreams with passion.

Look beyond where others have been

to see where you will go

One dream can become real

a thousand dreams become possibilities.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega


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Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain

She wanted him.

 More than he ever knew. 

Invisible to him,

she couldn’t let him know. 

 Within seconds, 

he could make her feel 

like a thousand years 

of wanting him,

of being with him,

of loving him, 

wasn’t enough.

Yet, 

She was willing to embrace,

all the fragments he gave her. 

Because, 

every second and every moment

together with him

 was a piece of his life for her.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain


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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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Sunday Song – Flight From The City

Although Mother’s Day was on May 12, 2019, my special poem for Mother’s 

‘Your Mother’s Always with You’ 

was added to the BeZine Project Special Mini Edition for Mother’s Day  on May 20, 2019.

This video is a testimony to the strength of a mother. She must have the fortitude and resilience to impart upon her child a confident character in order to let go of her child into the world of whatever may come their way. Yet, she must be there to let them gather strength once again from her quietly warm touch. 

A mother’s love is never-ending.

Isadora 

2019©Isadora De La Vega

‘Your Mother is always with You’

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.

She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.

She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.

She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,

She’s in your laughter, crystallized in every tear,

She’s the place you came from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.

    Nothing on earth can separate you,

Not time … Not space … Not even death!

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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