Inside the Mind of Isadora


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When You Are Old

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
©WilliamButlerYeats

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Poem ‘When You are Old’ by William Butler Yeats

This poem was written for Maud Goone for which he had a vey complicated relationship of unrequited love. In deep depression from the death of her two year old he wrote the poem.

She was an Irish revolutionary who ended up marrying another man despite many proposals from Yeats. He himself would go on to marry another, but many see ‘When You Are Old’ as a poem highlighting the failed relationship with Goone.

The poem is seen as one that is filled with love, but the last stanza is dark; the speaker is reminding his former mistress that their love did not last, and this is something she should regret for the rest of her life.

William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Sunday Song – La Vie en Rose

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of every day into a golden haze. ©Eleanor Glyn


This yellow rose was given to me by the owner of a restaurant we went to in Sarasota, Florida

called the Coolinary. We were on a Jazz Pub crawl. Yes, you read that correctly. The jazz club

we belong to has an annual week of jazz. The kick off was a Sunday afternoon outdoor venue

on the grounds of a mansion known as Phillppi Estates.

Jazz streaming from the gazebo while you sip your ice tea and enjoy

low humidity, temps around 72 and Spring-like breezes.

A dixieland jazz combo followed this event on Monday.

Wednesday was the Pub Crawl and so on through the week.

For those who aren’t familiar with a pub crawl let me describe it.

There are tickets you purchase for this. It provide a trolley –

yes, an old fashioned trolly which takes you from pub to pub.

You park your hop on and off you go. Each pub plays a different styles of jazz.

There are 12 pubs so you can walk from one pub to another.

Your ticket also provides entry into these pubs; otherwise, you would have to pay at each pub.

You do not have to drink. Personally, I would not be able to walk if I did have drinks at all of them.

Perrier works well to quench a thirst. You can eat if you’d like as well.

That’s where the Coolinary restaurant comes in. We decided to try their food.

 They’re menu: is created and driven by a healthy, clean eating philosophy.
All the meat served in their restaurant is GMO, hormone, steroid and antibiotic free.
They proudly support local farmers. In addition, they have gluten free food.

While we sipped on a glass of wine and waited for our dinner the owner

came to our table and presented me with this yellow rose.

I was thrilled. A BIG SMILE and a blown-to-him kiss followed.

Who doesn’t like an unexpected gesture like this?

During dinner we enjoyed jazz from a bluesy singer called Synia Carroll.

Since jazz is still on my mind and in honor of my rose, here’s Louie Armstrong.

Enjoy …

Isadora 🌹

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Friday Fictioneers – A Dark Night

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Alberto tried to convince Blanca that tonight would be the perfect night to meet.

He texted her to look out her window. A dark night; no moon. No one will see you.

What about the old lady across the street? She never sleeps, she texted back.

Look, your father will be asleep. I finally got my brother to lend me his car.

It’s snowing. Cold.

I’ll keep you warm. I promise I’ll get you home safe.

Blanca put on her black sweater. She figured it would camouflage her.

She grabbed the door knob.

From behind she heard, “Where’re you going?”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Romantic Fiction
Word Count: 100

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Shadowed Hearts

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She wanted him
more than he ever knew.
And, within just a few seconds,
he could make her feel like
a thousand years of being with him
was not enough.
 She was willing to take anything
because every second
and moment with him
was a piece of his life for her.
2017©Isadora DeLaVega


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Lovingly Holding You

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His touch sent chills through her body.

She had waited months to have these feelings.

In no way could she have imagined the tenderness of his touch.


Others had told her to prepare for it.

She thought she had.

No, it wasn’t what she’d prepared for.

She knew it was an intimate love that only she could feel.

Especially, when she held him.

Forever, she would remember the warm fondness they were sharing.

She’d carry it in her heart, selfishly, forever.

But, for now, she’d enjoy these moments of lovingly holding her son.

Alone.

2017©Isadora De La Vega

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The Daily Post – Lovingly


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Friday Fictioneers – Pop Pop’s Antique Car

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The parade was on Sunday.

Nana was excited. She’d be driving Pop Pop’s antique car.

He’d purchased it at an auction. It took him 8 years to restore her.
Sadly, he never got to show her off.

“Will you be able to see, Nana?”, I asked.

“I’ll be dazzling wearing my wide brimmed yellow hat”, she beamed.

“But, the ophthalmologist said to limit your driving.”

“Lily, I wouldn’t miss showcasing your Pop Pop’s car for anything.”

She slept soundly, with a dazzling smile, that night.

I drove the car wearing her wide brimmed yellow hat.

She would have been proud.
2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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Friday Fictioneers – The Window

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Harry stares out the window. He sits and stares since his Ruby’s brutal murder.

He’d taken her to the museum; then, a dimly lit dinner. She was beautiful.
Harry noticed the waiter leer at her. She provoked men with her beauty.
Her eyes the color of emeralds.

Now, he sit and stares.

He doesn’t care if he leaves the room.

He doesn’t pay bills; watch television or knows who feeds him.

His life is whatever passes outside the window.

All he sees are changing seasons, joggers, passing cars and Ruby’s ghost.

But, there’s no window.

Padded cells have no windows.

2017©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:Dale Rogerson

 

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Nurture Yourself – Realizing Who You Are

nurutre-yourself-1024a-beige-webAs I come to the end of another year of nurturing, I am aware of how blessed
I’ve been to have traveled this past year with so many who’ve been
walking beside me.

We must never stop writing our own story. It helps us to be present.
It’s a gift we give to our nurturing selves.
All of the painful layers we’ve carefully peeled away this year have helped us
become attuned with our emotional selves.

I’ve looked in the mirror.
I’ve seen myself.
My expectations have far exceeded what I ever thought.
I am pleased. But, there is always room to grow for a better story.

Have you met your expectations this year?
If not, do whatever you have to do to be YOU
~ You want to Be ~
Be in your own story.

In Love and Light ….
Namaste, Isadora

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

~☜❤☞~
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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The most destructive habit: Worry.
The greatest gift: Giving.
The greatest loss: Loss of Self-respect.
The most satisfying work: Helping others.
The ugliest personality trait: Selfishness.
The most endangered species: Dedicated leaders.
The greatest natural resource: Our youth.
The greatest ‘Shot-in-the-Arm’: Encouragement.
The greatest problem to overcome: Fear.
The most effective sleeping pill: Peace of mind.
The most crippling failure disease: Excuses.
The world’s most incredible computer: The Brain.
The most dangerous pariah: A gossiper.
The most powerful source in life: Love.
The most powerful source in life: Love.
The most powerful source in life: Love.
The most powerful source in life: Love.
The most powerful source in life: Love.
The worst thing to be without: Hope.
The deadliest weapons: The tongue.
The two most power-filled words: I Can.
the greatest asset: Faith.
The most worthless emotion: Self-pity.
The most beautiful attire: A Smile.
The most prized possession: Integrity.
The most powerful channel of communication: Prayer.
The most contagious spirit: Enthusiasm.
The most important thing in life:
Realizing who we are.
©Rab Adamson

~☜❤☞~

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