Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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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Sunday Song – Spirit Bird

A tribute to those who have lost their lives in Ukraine.

May they heal from this horrific war.

Blessings 🙏

Let us prayers for the people and the children of Ukraine.

Prayers are a blessing but below are two sites 

where you can help the most.

Save the Children 

UNICEF


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Crimson Creative Challenge – Dancing on Still Waters

D  ancing on still waters.

U  nable to fly.

C  an I just float for ever?

K  indly come back again.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #173

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Music – Havana Nights

Music touches us all in different ways …

Photograph: Passions Flame       

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It can heal hearts,

calm our fears

or, create memories when heard.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

 Havana – Jesse Cooks 

Passions Flame      2022©Isadora DeLaVega

Flower Red Crimson frame 1.web

*****posted this one a while ago … enjoy


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Sunday Song – The Interview with God

People may not remember what you said,

but they will remember how you made them feel ….!!!

What happens in heaven? 

Will I sit on a cloud? 

Is walking or talking 

Or jumping allowed? 

Will I be on my own? 

Or with some of my friends? 

Does it go on forever? 

Or eventually, end? 

What happens in heaven? 

Will I play a harp’s strings? 

I can’t play piano 

I can’t even sing. 

Who chooses the music? 

That angels inspire? 

Who does the auditions? 

For the heavenly choir? 

What happens in heaven? 

Are the streets paved with gold? 

Is it crowded with people? 

Who’s incredibly old? 

Will I know who I am? 

Will I know what I’m called? 

If I pinch myself hard 

Will I feel it at all? 

What happens in heaven? 

Do I go through a gate? 

What if I get myself lost 

Or turn up too late? 

Is my name on a list? 

Is the gatekeeper nice? 

Can you sneak in for nothing? 

Or is there a price?

2021©anonymous


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Art and Music – Silence

Silence is a source of great strength.©LaoTzu

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And, that’s the burden of a year
.©anonymous


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Cafe Chat – Can We Evade Death?

Welcome – make yourself at home. Pick a pretty cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.

There is no preparation or test assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world. 

We hear stories of tragedies. Usually, it’s someone else’s family.

 No one expects it’s going to be theirs. No one prepares for death and, then, it happens.

The dreaded phone call or, as in my case, a letter which brings our carefully crafted house of calm and stability, crashing down with one single statement, ‘I’m sorry’.

Sorry … and, you wonder why they are sorry. 

Sorry … about the fact they could not save the person. 

Sorry … that they have to be the person to bring bad news to you.

Sorry … for the departure of your loved one from this world.

There is no preparation, no practice.

In that moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split-second reaction. 

Either you grieve, or you don’t. 

It’s a sad time for me.

My brother, George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 8, 1957.

He died December 01, 2020. He was born with a brain disability called Hydrocephalus. He lived with my mother until she pass away in 2010.

Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him. Shortly after, the government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family of his death. 

When he died his body was sent to a medical school for students to explore his illness and study his organs. It felt overwhelming when I first read this in the letter. I’ve come to accept that he is helping people from suffering the life he led with their research. It’s a consolation to know he is now with his beloved mother and father.

R.I.P. George 🙏🏻

Reach out and touch someone with LOVE today ... Isadora 😎


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Wordless Wednesday – Music and Painting

Love is a canvas embroidered by you.

Abstract Art’ ©MegaDuncanson

It doesn’t cost much to be happy if the currency of your heart

is the blowing of the breeze and the swaying of the trees.