Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Perfect Moments

Another day is about to pass. With wide eyes, I see into the remains of the day. The red ink, in the blue milk skies, illuminating the world before dusk. I love you as the night loves shadow. I love the essence of all you are. Each time I see your handcrafted goblets, a smile invades my lips.

When I’m alone like this, you’re always in my heart. The sun massages my face from the suns rays streaming through the open window. The wind ruffles my hair. I can feel your exhaustion against yielding grain like my thoughts of you.
©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Sarah Ann Hall

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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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Rendezvous

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The phone rang.

“Hello,” she whispered softly.

“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.

“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.

“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.

Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.

He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the bordeaux,” he quickly added.

“I can’t wait”.

She hung up the phone and smiled.

“I wonder who that was”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

 

 

Word Count: 116
Genre: Flash Fiction

 

 

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Nurture Yourself – with fond Memories

Purple Water -  imagesCA164SCVMemories are a way of holding on to the people, pets and things you love.

You might be wondering, “How memories can nurture you?”

We all carry with us deep inside our beings every moment we’ve lived. It’s a treasure chest of good and bad memories. There are unpleasant moments we wish had never happened to us. Dreadful times, we wish we could erase.

Walking along with these miseries are the precious treasures we see as priceless. There are the memories of our parents who gave us life and fostered us to follow their guided path; there is the birth of our children we feel we miraculously created; there is a spouse or partner whose joined us on our journey to new horizons walking alongside of us.

Tattered edges all around those treasures are the times when our beings felt anguish, despair and sorrow. Those memories linger still; like worn and ragged photographs that are fading from time. You keep them in a secret room in your mind like a precious package of heirlooms. This love is deep in your heart but must be left behind. Yet, we cannot forget.

It’s important to look at our memories and love the ones we feel nurture us and discard or make peace with those we still find painful in our hearts.

Namaste
Isadora

copyright2014©written by Isadora

Lasting memories keep those we love close forever. Although words seem to say so little, I hope they help in some small way to spare the sense of loss that you’re experiencing today. Hold fast to your memories, to all of the cherished moments of the past, to the blessings and the laughter, the joys and the celebrations, the sorrow and the tears. They all add up to a treasure of fond yesterdays that you shared and spent together. They keep the one you loved close to you in spirit and thought. Those special moments and memories in your life will never change. They will be in your heart today and evermore.
Sometimes the sweetest memories shine through the deepest sadness … with sympathy!!!
<recited at a friend’s funeral ©written by Isadora

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Memories

Memories are precious treasures
God has willed to you and me
To endure old age and suffering
With the joys (that used to be);

They are never worn or faded
By the trials and tears of time
For their threads of woven pleasures
In the heart of yours and mine;

And for memories of heartache,
That we made and left behind
That is painful to remember,
Very tearful and unkind

He endears us with the mercy
And the Grace, in common prayer,
That forgives us for transgressions
And denies us their despair
Copyright 2014©written by Isadora

Michel Pépé – Adagio – Album Floraisons Sacreés(Relaxing music

Crash - cockateal - img_42071***** This week, my Nurture Yourself post was inspired by the sad passing of ‘Crash’. Jo Bryant’s beloved pet.
R I P my beautiful Crash http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/r-i-p-my-beautiful-crash/

Each Thursday Becca hosts Nurturing Thursdays … If any of my readers are interested in joining the nurturing, I applaud and welcome you to do so … the more the merrier!! http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2014/01/30/nurturing-thurs-subscriptions/

Nurturing Blogs:
http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/nurturing-thurs-5-1-14/
http://pocketperspectives.com/2014/05/01/far-away-there-in-the-sunshine-are-my-highest-aspirations-i-can-believe-in-them-nurturing-thursday-2/


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Father’s Day Musing


Father’s Day Musing

It’s Father’s Day. Today, we get to “Thank Dad’s” for all the things they do.

The truth is that my father was a harsh, brutal, cold disciplinarian. He ran his household with a military reign. He was in the army at age 16. He must have been a good soldier because his children learnt to be good ones, too. Intense physical discipline wasn’t out of the question. It could get quite bad. But, today is a day to remember Father’s in a good way. Here’s a memory that has some happy moments.

We went to the beach twice a month from May to August until I was seven years old; then, it stopped. He’d get all the food ready the night before: fried chicken, potato salad, watermelon and cool-aid. We were in charge of getting the blankets and towels.

At 5:00 a.m. we were up. Within an hour, we were scurrying to get out the door. We went to a beach on Staten Island, New York. He took the ferry over. When we’d get to the pier, I was always fearful that our car wouldn’t cross onto the ferry and we’d be floating in the water.

On the deck, we’d watch the ferry speed through the water and pass other ferries on their way back to pick up more cars waiting at the pier. The wind would blow through your hair with that early morning crisp wet mist from the splashing waves. My hair was a ball of fluff by the time we’d get there.

The beach was always deserted when we arrived.

Who gets to a beach at 7:00 a.m.?

It was clothes off and in you go. Anyone,usually me, who was afraid to go in the water was tossed in. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t swim.

“It’s time to learn”, he’d say.

Food always tasted better with sand and salt from your wet lips in every bite. Barely 11:00 a.m. we were fed and dry. Now, it was time to head home.

He seemed to enjoy those beach days. It could have been a memory from his service days. He never went to the beach as a child. He grew up on a farm. He farmed all day. He left at 15 and joined the service to get away from his new 22 year old mother. His Mother had passed away when he was 14 leaving 8 siblings for him and another brother to care for. His life wasn’t easy. He showed the anger, suffering and pain on his face all the time. After he passed away, it took years for me to understand that. I wish I had better memories. Unfortunately, I do remember the summer I spent kneeling on bathroom tile for 3 hours every day as penance for bad behavior. I haven’t gone to that emotional place yet.

Strangely, I don’t resent him. I do love him in a distant kind of way. I feel that many of the things he taught me have been positives in my life. I maintain a very clean household. I can cook masterfully. I enjoy the arts, reading, culture and religion because he expected us to know all of them. I’ve been a disciplined hard worker all of my life both as a mother and as a business woman. He did the best he could with the skills he had.

I thank and bless him for the life he gave me. I hope that he is happy with his Mother in heaven.

Happy Father’s Day Dad …!!!

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