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A Gift of Love

This is a repost from February of 2015. I believe it’s a post that’s needed at this time.

Bombarded with stresses from Hurricane Irma here in Florida,

the following week paralyzed us with Hurricane Maria which pummeled the island of Puerto Rico.

I have family there.The island has no power or phone service.

The roads have been washed away or have electric poles block their exiting.

To say I’ve been stressed is an understatement.

I’ll be back on a regular basis soon.

Love those you hold dear to your Heart.

Namaste 🙏🏻

Beloved   2015©photography by Isadora

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost to you one day.  
2015©Isadora De La Vega

A Gift of Love

Without you,


Life is just existing,

With you,


Life is worth living

You put a name on the


Songs birds sing,

And you bring the smell of flowers


To a breezy spring

You are my sun,


You are my moon


Please get well


And come home soon.   
2015©Al De La Vega

❤❤❤❤❤

February is the month in which we celebrate LOVE.

I am a hopeless romantic as is my husband.

He wrote this poem for me when I was in the hospital two years ago.

 chris barber , feat.monty sunshine , petite fleur

Heart - piano notes

My husband plays several instruments; clarinet, trumpet and cornet.

We met in band class when we were both playing clarinet.

He still plays for fun and for me. Dixieland jazz is his favorite genre.

Chris Barber is one musician he enjoys listening to and play along with.

This seemed like the perfect way to add LOVE to this week.

Isadora

❤❤❤❤❤


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Nurture Yourself – with Patience

Man & Woman - hands moon 662.web2015©isadora delavega

Patience is not sitting and waiting,

it is foreseeing.

It is looking at the thorn and seeing the rose,

looking at the night and seeing the day.

Lovers are patient and know

that the moon needs more time

to become full. Rumi

Open to Your Light Heart

Namaste

I honor the place in you

in which the entire universe dwells.

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Poem – I Saw a Peacock with a Fiery Tale

Bird Peacock.web2015©photography by Isadora

Poem – I Saw A Peacock with a Fiery Tale

A well-known folk poem from 17th century England.
It’s a form of trick verse.

Read it straight forward manner and it sounds interesting surreal:

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
I saw a cloud with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground
I saw an ant swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea brimful of ale
I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of men’s tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight

©tara books – text: anonymous

Bird Peacock 3.web2015©photography by Isadora

But, if the lines are broken up in the middle, everything falls into place.
I saw a peacock
with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet
drop down hail
I saw a cloud
with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak

In this version of the classic poem language, art and design

come to play with these inversions.

They reveal and conceal, brilliantly mirroring the shifting ways

in which poetry creates meaning.
©tara books – text: anonymous

Bird Peacock 2.web2015©photography by Isadora

 I Saw a Peacock a Fiery Peacock

****** Peacock photographed at a wildlife zoo in Cartegena, Columbia.


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T’was the Night before Christmas – Florida Style

Santa w-Flamingo
Florida Christmas Poem

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
No noses were frozen, nor snow on the ground.

No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of holly was not very hard,
For holly trees sprouted in every backyard.

In front of the houses were daddies and moms,
Decorating hibiscus and coconut palms.

The slumbering kiddies were dreaming with glee,
Hoping to find surf boards under the tree.

They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a fiberglass boat instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the rivers, zoomed up the canals,
Delivering toys to good boys and gals.

The tropical moon gave the cities a glow,
And lit the way for Santa below.

Quite soon he arrived and started to work,
He hadn’t a second to linger or shirk.

He jumped from his boat and gave a wee chuckle,
He was dressed in deck pants, with an ivy league buckle.

There weren’t any chimneys, but that caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the Florida room.

He stopped at each house but stayed only a minute,
As he emptied his sack of the toys that were in it.

Before he departed he had a long drink,
From the glass of fresh orange juice left by the sink.

He turned with a jerk and jumped into his boat,
Knowing that he still had more toys to tote.

He put it in gear and he opened the gas,
Then up the Peace River he went like a flash!

And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way:
“Merry Christmas, Punta Gorda, I wish I could stay …. Annonymous

Santa w- Surf Boards

 

This is turning into a yearly repost due to the Christmas festivities that are going on at this time. I hope you enjoy it again. This was on the radio on Christmas Eve last year. Punta Gorda is a boating town 5 minutes away from me.

Merry Christmas to all ….

May your hearts be filled with magical splendor of the Holiday Season.

Blessings and many Hugs and Kisses to you !!!

Isadora ❤ hugs ❤