Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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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Sunday Song – Valentine

Valentine – Kina Grannis ( Official Music Video )

Heart 665 Red.webLike the Sun and the Moon

Like the sun
You heal me and,
help me to see.

Like the moon
You comfort me,
allow me to sleep.

Like the sun and the moon,
When you enter my room,
there is light, there is peace,
there is LOVE. ©Kelly Gohm

Heart of Love 480 .web

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Deception

rachel-bjerke.web Rousing from a pain induced sleep, Elsa tries to remember where she is.

She remembers Gerard telling her about the moss covered building. How goats cheese was made there.

Her head throbs; her body aches. She is naked on a dirt floor chained to a pole. She can’t see inches in front of her eyes. A hint of light squeezes through the edge of the window.

Images race through her head like a slideshow.

Her mother warned her. An internet romance is dangerous.

“Why Gerard?”, she screams.

Money.

He throws clothes at her. Let’s go. You’re a white slave now.

2015©isadoradelavega

Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

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Remember and Return to Me

Woman - depature - bluebell My eyes lookout at the nights sky. It’s colors changing from charcoal darkness to a petal pink dawn. The stillness of the whispers of the night murmur softly. Sails awash, as the waves are gently slicing through the serene water as the surf rushes in. Calm cerulean breakers with whitecaps will soon carry you to me.

All the things that passed unnoticed between us are unimportant to the pieces of our lives. They’re insignificant gathered dust at my feet. The yearning of more of what I never knew existed is wrenching at my heart with a longing desire. A simple kiss of affection never stirred my soul into response.

Now, your nonexistence is pulling me apart.

Thinking love was just a phrase never worthy of my mention. But the lingering remembrances of tender moments fill my mind today. The warm morning mist upon my face brings the tender feeling of your gentle stroke. I need you to return to me and hold me always near.

Who do you love? The sea or me.

Let me reveal that I love you.

I hope you can hear the whispers of my heart. Whatever winds will take us, as we go along our way. I know that we will find new enchantments each and every day.

In quiet moments, my thoughts begin to recall the memories of those days when you were home; here by my side. I linger tenderly on yesterday, a time that I had tucked away in places so unknown. I contemplate on what could have been-then scold myself for remembering.

A softly ticking mantle clock you loved to wind sits waiting; its’ hands still of time. A reminder of fervent memories of days before you went to sea and left behind a love you thought would never be. Pieces of daybreak interrupt the serenity of the surrounding air. Morning din slices through the spreading patterns of those waves. It’s just enough to swing and sway your ship homeward bound closer to the cove. I’ll have no fears of your return for now. We will be one.

Your ship is drifting closer. I watch the sails wafting in the calm breeze. Seeing your arrival seems like a delusion of a dream. I fear my awakening. The stillness begins to surround me with a serene tranquility.

The lighthouse is your guiding light for your voyage home. I’ve waited for you to come back with my eyes dark and sullen. My heartaches are leaden with sorrow and grief.

I couldn’t envision that you would come home to me once more. My heart is crying you will remember the caresses we had before. If you return, beloved, my spirit will never falter again. The distance and the vastness of our time apart was more than I could grasp. A life that would be shattered I cannot conceive of anymore. All the pain and heartache has torn my emotions in half. I hope you are remembering the love we had in the past. My arms are waiting eagerly for your return home.

2015©written by Isadora


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A Gift of Love

Gardenia 2a.web copyBeloved   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 month.

❤❤❤❤❤

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Yes, How Old We Get

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“Yes, How Old We Get”

For some time now, I’ve noticed the changes on his face. I knew they were going to come, eventually. The lines of a life lived were growing with each day.

“Will you still love me when that’s all you see?, he asked.

I said, “My eyes are always mesmerized by you”.

A smile of ease appeared on his face. He understood, all I could see were his almond dark chocolate eyes. A secret, only, we know.

Yes, how old we get,
But never lose our beauty,
We merely move it.

Soon, we begin to count our blessings not our tears. Soon, we begin to count our age by friends not by years. Then, soon, the lines from our faces become blessings in our hearts.

Yes, how old we get,
But never lose our passion,
Loving devotion.
copyright2014©written by Isadora

Al - Costa Maya.webHappy Birthday, Al – Feliz Cumpleanos mi amor


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Love is in the Air

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Like the sun
You heal me and,
help me to see.
Like the moon
You comfort me,
allow me to sleep.
Like the sun and the moon,
When you enter my room,
there is light, there is peace
there is love.
© written by Kelly Gohm

Heart - isn't it romantic

Happy Valentine’s Day !!!!
Isadora