Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Nurture Yourself – A Fable – On Belief

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As we walk this new journey we call life through the rocky roads of Covid 19, there will be paths paved with stones of different shapes and sizes that will cause us to stumble and fall. These create suffering, heartache and pain. 

Recently, one such stone is the controversy of vaccinations. There are many, different medical doctors, scientists and government officials that are telling us a variety of information about these vaccinations. Although we’re perplexed by it, some follow through while others do not.

But, it’s most difficult when friends or family begin to create a hindrance with conversations about how they feel about the pandemic masking or vaccines. The complexity of COVID 19 and how it affects each individual can be confusing. 

Quarreling, cross words, aggressive swording and angry disputes aren’t conducive to anyone. I’ve decided these conversations aren’t worth having. Too many emotions are involved, and logic for another’s thoughts are tossed to the wayside. All of us need to review our own personal health and decide what is best for us. However, we should always be mindful to respect what another person wishes to do with their health, too.

In Love and Light,

Namaste,

Isadora 🙏🏻

2022©Isadora De La Vega

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I thought this fable said it best:

 The donkey told the tiger, “The grass is blue.” 

The tiger replied, “No, the grass is green .”

The discussion became heated, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, so they approached the lion. 

As they approached the lion on his throne, the donkey started screaming: “Your Highness, isn’t it true that the grass is blue?” 

The lion replied: “If you believe it is true, the grass is blue.” 

The donkey rushed forward and continued: ′′The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me. Please punish him.”

The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 3 days of silence.” 

The donkey jumped with joy and went on his way, content and repeating ′′The grass is blue, the grass is blue.” 

The tiger asked the lion, “Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?” 

The lion replied, ′′You’ve known and seen the grass is green.”

The tiger asked, ′′So why do you punish me?” 

The lion replied, “That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is because it is degrading for a brave, intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with an ass, and on top of that, you came and bothered me with that question just to validate something you already knew was true!”

The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn’t care about truth or reality, but only the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t. 

When ‘IGNORANCE SCREAMS’  intelligence moves on.©anonymous

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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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Friday Fictioneers – The Cellar

It had become a struggle to get up during the pandemic.

Working from home was unconstrained; isolation was suffocating.

Lack of human contact was wearing her down. 

After weeks of online conversations, she accepted an invitation to meet Marco at The Cellar.

It’s crowded; music’s loud.

Look for the guy wearing a red shirt.

Strobe lights glanced across his face when I spotted him. 

He was tipsy, not a great first impression, but handsome.

Her instincts quickly kicked in when he touched her thigh.

As planned, her lifeline phone call rings. 

Amanda?

I’ll be right there.

Sorry, emergency, gotta go.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©AnneHiga

 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Art of Living

Midnight bells echoed in the birth of 2021, a new year of creating a better life than we’d had. 2020 hadn’t been a good year.  A virus had spread from day one.

The government issued a stay-at-home quarantine. Masks and sanitizers were mandated. People changed, angry from isolation, rules, and restrictions. 

Old hobbies such-as board games, art projects, and cooking together helped relieve tensions. Families grew closer in isolation; some didn’t. 

Life was becoming art, brushstrokes creating paintings.

Each painting different; your family, your life.

Splashes of artful color bringing out something unique from inside of us. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

Genre: HistoricFlashFiction😎

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Turbulent Ocean Waves

Your minds like a sailboat 

floating with the wind.

Sailing across the water

of euphoric waves.

Turbulent ocean currents,

at times, control the way.

Negative thoughts, 

trapping your days.

But in time, buoyant and carefree

give rise to peaceful signs.

Erasing negative thinking,

as the waves settle down.

Our journey is for serene days, 

our hearts ever-yearning for calm.

Soon, we will be sneering at

these turbulent times.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega

 


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Nothing to Fear

Life is our journey,

we’re on a new path.

Our moments stolen,

from microbes unknown.

Are we willing to

accept our obstacles?

To travel fearless,

along our roads.

Aspects of life, 

are changing,

to coursed places,

strange and new.

Hide all your fears,

there’s nothing to fear,

I’m always with you.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega