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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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Nurturing Dance in the Rain

It rains every day in Florida during the summer. There’s a pattern to the summer rainfall.

Mornings are sunny while afternoons are cloudy until about 2 p.m.; then, we get a downpour of rain followed by sunny skies once again. Of course, this pattern changes when there’s a hurricane or tropical storm brewing in the gulf, all part of the summer weather pattern. So far this year there haven’t been any.

What we do have is rain … and more rain … and more rain. My feet have almost changed into flippers.

I’m not a fan of rain. It brings my spirits down. Cloudy, gloomy days drain my energy and enthusiasm. I need to see bright sunny days. I want to see sunshine rays sparkle on the water behind my home. I want to hear the birds singing.

Don’t get me wrong. I know that flowers and trees need rain. My orchids shout that. My grass is a very, very healthy green too. I know there are dry arid places with shortages of water that would cherish this rain.

In fact, I enjoy the rain. I know that’s a contradiction. But, I can take a nap (yes … nap) and listen to the rain falling as it taps rhythmically on my roof and windows. However, its been a long, long time since I’ve seen the sun. Too many days for me to count.

I’m sure you’re wondering – What does rain have to do with nurturing?

I’m glad you asked.

Today, while I was sitting on my patio, I began to look at rain differently. The heavy showers reminded me of the challenge that rain is for me. Then, I began to see it in a different light.

Rain is like the things that happen to us in life. Every day we’re faced with challenges. For everyone the challenges are different. If we look at every drop of rain as a challenge we’ve overcome our outlook would be much more positive.

Our lives are sprinkled with droplets of problems and stresses we have to rise above; especially during this uncertain time.

Life pours worries, obstacles, misfortunes, stumbling blocks, and, at times, nightmares filled with thunderous lightning of difficulties into our lives. Stress builds like puddles in a gully.

How would we gauge our troubles and woes if we never had grey rainy days?

We can very easily get upset about these issues that life has decided to pour on us. But without these storms, how would we appreciate the rainbow that appears after downpours of rain?

So instead, I’ve decided to appreciate every drop of rain because without it I wouldn’t be able to appreciate that I’m alive and able to enjoy it. I’ve decided to look at rain in less of a monotonous humdrum way. I recognize without the changes rain gives us, life might be very dull. I decided to be grateful for the rain as it’s creating beautiful colors in my garden by nurturing my grass, trees, and orchids.

 I think I’ll go out and find a rainbow while I dance in the rain ….

How about you?

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

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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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COVID 19 and Me – Part 6

 

 

 

“The life which is unexamined is not worth living.”©Plato

 

Part 6

I think I had the corona virus from our New Year’s Eve our cruise.

We’d left on December 28  and returned on Jan 5. I was sick the following day. We’d both been feeling strangely achy the last two days onboard.

Hubby had taken two anitbiotic prescriptions. I had taken three. They didn’t help nor did over-the-counter meds before we went to the MD. Hubby was better after two weeks. I was better after six weeks but I do have autoimmune health issues which cause me to heal slower.

The cruise line was an Italian line. The ship had just arrived at Port Everglades directly from Italy. It was the first time this cruise line would be sailing the Caribbean. The ship was the Costa Luminosa.

The ship wasn’t clean. The staff looked unkept. The passengers were about 80% European, French, British and Chinese. There were a lot of children. 

One morning, we’d awakened too late to make it to the dining room for breakfast. I’m not a fan of buffets. I think the food always looks unappetizing. There are too many choices. It’s overwhelming to watch people mound huge amounts of food on their plates. You viewing gluttony at play. But, I take a med that requires food and it has to be taken early so we made our way to the buffet. I gathered my small bits of food and coffee. Hubby was on a search for a banana. Yes, he enjoys a banana everyday. I went to sit in, what I thought, was a quiet little area. 

A family, parents and small boy, sat across from me. I smiled at the boy. His hair was sticking up like a cute little porcupine. It looked like they’d done this hairstyle on purpose. He had big round dark eyes, super red chubby cheeks and a runny nose. I looked around to see if there was another table further away that I could move to. My feeling was that if he had a runny nose he might have a cough too. I located a table but as I stood up it was too late. He coughed right at me. He coughed several times. He sounded like a barking dog. It was deep and raspy.

No hand over his mouth … No cough in a tissue … No cough in the bend of his arm … Just a straight at me cough.

Since I was up and heading to that other table, I decided to talk to the parents. I told them their son looked sick and shouldn’t be in a public area with his cold. I said their son coughed in my direction and that I could get sick. I said if they could show him how to cough while covering his mouth with his hand or in bend of the arm. They looked at me like I was a crazy person. Perhaps, I was. I have a very weak and easily compromised autoimmune system. I just cann’t see parents taking a child out in public when they aren’t well. I suppose the red cheeks were from a fever.

The ship didn’t have any hand sanitizers anywhere. All of the criuses we’ve been on have them everywhere. There are times staff will come up to you and spray some in your hands. This ship was minus hand sanitizers.

The cruises have staff cleaning public areas all the time. The elevator buttons, hand rails, chair backs, door handles, just about anything people touch. This ship didn’t have anyone cleaning … ever. I remember commenting to my hubby that the children must be playing with the elevators button because they were very grimy. I’m a bit of a germ panic person so I always have tissues or hand wipes and sanitizers. I never touched the elevator buttons without a tissue. It was very bad.

Did I have COVID 19?

I couldn’t say a definitive yes. When there’s a test to see if you’ve contracted the virus, I will get it in order to definietly know. I had a lot of issues happen that could’ve brought on the virus. According to some articles I’ve read COVID19 started in Italy in November. 

My travels on an Italian ship started the end of December. The people on the ship could have been carriers or had it and not known. The cooks and staff could have had it or been carriers as well.

The man who coughed on me on New Year’s Eve could have had it or been a carrier. The little boy, who was Chinese might have had the virus and not a cold. Hubby had the virus for two weeks which is the time frame they’ve talked about on updates. 

I do know that I’ve had the flu in the past but this didn’t feel like the same thing. I feel if this was COVID19, it was the worse thing I’ve ever gone through. I’m hoping because I’ve been through it I can’t get it again. And, I might have built up an immunity to it. 

Thank you for reading 🙏🏻

May you have a safe journey during these difficult times. 

Isadora 😎

 

Part 1 – COVID19 and Me

Part 2 – COVID19 and Me – Part 2

Part 3 – COVID19 and Me – Part 3

Part 4 – COVID19 and Me – Part 4

Part 5 – COVID19 and Me – Part 5

 

 

 

 


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COVID 19 and Me – Part 5

 

“Come to the edge,” he said.

They said, “We are afraid.”

“Come to the edge,” he said.

They came.

He pushed them and they flew.” ©Guillaume Apollinaire

Part 4

There’s such a comfort as you arrive at the town where you live. I’ve been living in this home for 29 years. I love the tranquility there is within every wall. 

During the drive home, I started to feel chills. I wasn’t surprised. Sitting on a cold bench with the wind blasting your body could cause that. In the car, I decided that the minute I got home I’d take a hot bath and have a nap. I did. 

I slept for 24 hours and didn’t know it. Hubby would come in but let me sleep. Finally, when I got up I was very weak. My head hurt but it wasn’t a headache. I felt nauseous but I wasn’t throwing up. I had severe muscle aches and I had a cough too. I thought I’d gotten a cold.

I take quite a few medications so I was hesitant to take any of the over-the-counter meds I have in my home medicine cabinet. 

Two days later, with my symptoms getting worse, I conceded and took a liquid one. Then, some pills I had. In the meantime, hubby is down too and as weak as a weeping willow. 

By the third day, he decided, he was calling for a doctor appointment. He wasn’t happy I didn’t want to go to the doctor. I’m allergic to all antibiotics except for one. Each time I go to the doctor he makes me aware of that and encourages me to wait until the last possible moment to request them.

By the sixth day, my cough was getting worse. I was having difficulty breathing. It felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest. The over-the-counter meds did nothing. Hubby was on antibiotics with no results. He went back for a different antibiotic. The doctor told him to stay away from me since he felt this was a very serious flu because he needed another prescription.

By the tenth day, I was coughing so hard it was difficult to catch my breathe; tears flowed and I had chest pain. My left side of my heart had enlarged a year ago so my cardiologist had done some surgery. I was at high risk. 

I needed to see the doctor. 

I’ve also had bronchial pneumonia three times and was hospitalized each time for that. I knew this cough was serious. I didn’t want to go to the hospital but if I had to go I’d go. I pleaded with the doctor when I saw him. I told him I’d been in bed and would continue to if need be. He gave me the antibiotic.

I did not get better. 

Florida was getting a cold snap from up north. It was cold out. I didn’t want to venture out in it but the meds the doctor gave me weren’t working. I put on a jacket, wrapped myself up in my trusty forever-with-me scarf over my head, around my nose and mouth and off we went to the doctor again. His nurse called in a prescription for a cough medication and an antibiotic, he sent me for a chest x-rays and called my pulmonologist for a next-day appointment. The x-rays were sent directly to the pulmonologist.

She read them. She said my lungs had fluid. I guess I should add that I had pulmonary embolisms in 2006 from surgery I’d had three says prior. My lungs have severe damage because of that. She prescribed a different antibiotic. She felt the one I had been taking was for bacterial infections not viral infections like I had. It took another three weeks for me to get better. I had lived for six weeks with this illness.

Isadora 😎

The saga with COVID 19 and Me will continue … come on back for the next chapter …

Part 1 – COVID19 and Me

Part 2 – COVID19 and Me – Part 2

Part 3 – COVID19 and Me – Part 3

Part 4 – COVID19 and Me – Part 4

 

 

 

 

 


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COVID 19 and Me – Part 4

 

 

Let nothing disturb you. Let nothing frighten you. All things are passing away. Patience obtains all things©Teresa of Avila

 

 

Part 4

Sometimes, when we want to go home because we’re missing the feelings that home brings us, time stands still.

It felt like it was taking forever for hubby to get back with the car. The wind never stopped reminding me of its force. I scooted to a small area on the bench where there was a tiny glimmer of sun. I never have been able to tolerate the cold. I was really, really cold. My cellphone finally got a signal where I was able to see the temperature was 48 degrees.  

When I saw our car park near me, I jumped right in. Hubby had turned the heat on. It was toasty warm. Luggage loaded and my trusty driver buckled in we headed for home sweet home. It’s a three hour drive from the port to our front door. 

I asked him if there were a lot people at the car park while fiddling with the radio buttons. Hubby asked me to wait a few minutes before I turned the radio on. Then, and only then, did I see he looked upset. He began to tell me what had happened.

The car park has several floors. He’d parked on the fourth floor. He was in the elevator when the doors started closing. He saw a couple walking towards the elevator and shouted he’d hold the door for them. The man gestured no. Of course, he figured their car was on that floor. Once he arrived on his floor, the second elevator doors opened. 

He looked towards that elevator and realized it was the couple we’d offered chairs to on New Year’s Eve. They were also the couple he’d offered to hold the elevator doors for.

 He called out to them saying, “There was room in the elevator but, hey, we both got here at the same time.” Smiling he said, “Did you have a nice cruise?”

“You talkin’ to me?”, Mr. Grumpy said.

Yes, it was Mr. Grumpy and his wife.

“Sure, I was talking to you. We sat together on New Year’s Eve. Remember?”

“I didn’t sit with no one on New Year’s Eve. I don’t associate with no h_nky.” “And, I don’t talk to no h_nkies neither’.”

Quickly, his wife took hold of his arm and gravitated him towards the aisle.

~~~  Well, shut my mouth before the flies get in. ~~~

After my one minute rant, he continued with this horrible experience. 

He said he watched him walking away while a million thoughts went through his mind. His life flashed before his eyes. He’d grown up in an urban ghetto of Brooklyn, NY. All through his youth he’d dreamt of being a policeman. He felt they were the cowboys with the white hats riding in to save people. This was his neighborhood. Police were daily visitors. He learned to be tough on those mean streets. He gained experience on how to survive. He wanted to be more and knew, someday, with a good job he’d leave those dirty dark crumbling streets and have a better life. He accomplished that. He became a policeman. He built a life he could be proud of for himself and his family. It’s a shame that now-a-days you can’t tell people you were a policeman because of the anger people have towards them. The sacrifices they and their families make are many but there are rewards too. Ironically, his precinct was in the highest crime area of Brooklyn. And yes, it was a black neighborhood. He treated everyone with respect as they did him. Perhaps, it was a different time. Perhaps, the neighborhood needed him. Now, he was being attacked for, oddly enough, being white. According to the 2020 census, we are not white we are whatever our nationality is. I digress.

When you’re getting older things aren’t addressed with arguments, physical aggression or aren’t even addressed at all. But the moment he was attacked by this hateful man, all of the behaviors from his youth surged like cream to the top of milk. He took a few deep breaths and came back to the reality of his present being. He thought it was best to accept the situation in an intellectual way and consider what had just happened. 

The first thing he thought about was his, recent, near death heart attack. It stopped all desire to get involved with this man in any way, immediately. He recognized that it wouldn’t be an end to this man’s negative hateful thoughts. He walked away and found our car. 

Our world is changing. Life as we know it, is no more. Will this hateful man with his racist thoughts change his ways of thinking. No, I don’t think he will. He is but a minute part of the world. I see a world with lots of different colors. We are all special. We should all be proud of who we are. Hate doesn’t do anything but cause more hate.

Isadora 😎

The saga with COVID 19 and Me will continue … come on back for the next chapter …

 

The saga with COVID 19 and Me will continue … come on back for the next chapter …

Isadora 😎

Part 1 – COVID19 and Me

Part 2 – COVID19 and Me – Part 2

Part 3 – COVID19 and Me – Part 3

 

 

 

 

 

 


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COVID 19 and Me – Part 3

 

 

 

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind youMaori Proverb

 

Part 3

We declined on partaking of the buffet offered after the ball dropped. On display, for your eating pleasure, were a large variety of desserts, various cheeses, salty sliced fatty meat products and fruit among beautifully carved ice sculptures; while colorful flowers set an inviting scene. It was far too crowded to capture in a photograph. Instead, we made our way to the elevator.

Our travel consultant had gifted us a bottle of champagne. We’d saved it for celebrating in our room after we rang in the new year. Comfy in our jammies, we sat on the balcony to wallow in the sounds of the waves splashing against the ships bow. We basked in the luxury of the quiet starlit night. As we gazed at the bright stars, our thoughts gravitated to the many blessings in our lives. We were enveloped in a peaceful soothing calm; truly grateful our lives were full of love. Our hearts couldn’t have held more loving blessings.

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When you’re cruising there’s a pamphlet left in your room every night. It lists restaurant hours, activities for the day such as trivia or other types of games or bingo, casino specials, entertainment hours, dance or exercise classes, children activities, special cocktail of the day, port information if there’s a port docking and more. 

The most important pamphlet is the last one from the night before you disembark. It explains what time to leave your luggage outside your door for pick-up, what time each passenger is to disembark and the documents required to leave the ship. 

Passengers who need to get to the airport for flights are the given priority. There’s always a reminder to leave something to wear off the ship. Many a newbie cruisers have packed their clothes in their jammies only to discover they had their luggage picked up and didn’t leave anything to wear off the ship. It can be quite a hilarious sight to see while waiting in line at customs. 

You can carry your luggage off the ship if you prefer to avoid the long arduous search for your bags later in the terminal. The suitcases are sectioned by floor in the large terminal but with over 2000 passengers you can imagine the amount of luggage string at you. It’s like a treasure hunt. Manufacturers make luggage that look alike adding to the madness. Travelers have taken to decorating their luggage with ribbons, stickers or paint creative images. 

It can be quite a walk when you disembark from the ship too. You can request a wheel complimentary wheel chair. I’d had back surgery shortly before on one cruise we’d taken and requested one. People glared and sent daggers my way. I wasn’t aware that the wheel chairs are taken to the front of the lines.  

Usually, we have our luggage picked up but we were feeling strangely tired. To hurry the disembarkation process along, we decided to carry our bags off.

There were only two bags. I took one, hubby took the other and, off we went. 

There was an elevator to get us to customs. There’s port personal to direct people in order to keep things running smoothly. The elevators can accommodate about four people with luggage so it’s a bit slow. We entered the elevator leaving space for two others.The port personal gestured to a couple online to enter the elevator. They declined and said they’d wait. The doors closed.

Hubby looked at me and asked, “Did that look like the couple we had given chairs to on New Year’s Eve?”

Honestly, I didn’t know. I thought they might have been. I couldn’t say for sure. But, my NYPD crime sniffing significant other always remembers people faces; always, even childhood classmates.

We made it through customs with only a short walk to the exit door. 

Without a warning, an unexpected blast of super cold air hit us like a wall.  

Wide eyed, I looked at hubby.

I said, “Where did that blast of cold air come from? I don’t have a jacket for this weather.” 

He assured me he’d get the car at the park lot as quickly as possible. He told me to stay in the foyer with the luggage. A windy gust blew as hubby forged forward to retrieve our car.

I was unaware you can’t to stay in the building once you’ve been cleared by customs. I was gently informed I had to exit.

Into the blustery wind I went dragging two bags behind me. I found a bench and sat down. I decided to search for my trusty forever-with-me scarf. Once found, I wrapped it around my neck and sat with fingers crossed that all would go quickly and my prince would bring my carriage. 

The saga with COVID 19 and Me will continue … come on back for the next chapter …

Isadora 😎

Part 1 – COVID19 and Me

Part 2 – COVID19 and Me – Part 2