Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Heavy Hearts in Florida

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They were people like you and me.

Students left the safety of their homes to attend school for a better future. The teachers were there to help guide them to that purpose.

It never crossed their minds that on that particular day their lives would change forever.

When we leave our homes, how many of us think that we’ll never return?

I think, none of us.

Our lives have been changed by a horrific tragedy that happened in Parkland, Florida.

Seventeen people lost their lives and another fifteen were injured, some struggling in hospitals to survive.

It must have been overwhelming for families to wait; transfixed on hearing news of whether or not their family member, child or spouse was okay.

It’s a scenario that’s happening too often.

The losses of innocent people has burdened us with heavy hearts.

I hear these news reports and it paralyzes me. I can’t believe the hate.

The angry feelings that can well-up inside someone to bring them to that level of the destruction of lives.

These are criminals with lack of empathy for others.  Monsters who have little regard for human life.

When will this end?

How will it be stopped?

To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost in Parkland, Florida:

May your troubled hearts find peace and comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone.

May God’s presence ease your trembling spirit and give you rest.

He is there to cast sunlight into all of your darkened shadows,

to send encouragement through the love of friends and family,

and to replace your weariness with new hope.

Blessings to All …
Isadora
2018©Isadora De La Vega

 

John Lennon – Imagine

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Zorro

What’s in a name?

We all have one. There’s a first name, last name and, sometimes, a middle name.

Before marriage, my last name was Diaz. My Spanish name in English means day.
As a child, I was called Dori. Nicknames were common in my family. They shortened Isadora to Dora; then, chopped it up to Dori. My friends thought it was Doris. When Doris Day, the singer, became famous I thought I was famous because we had the same name. A child-like fantasy.

Everyone continued to call me Doris until I met my husband. He called me Sandy because he said I looked liked a Sandy. I thought, we probably won’t be dating too long so I went along with it.

Fast forward … now, I’m married. My husbands last name is De La Vega. I’d never thought much about it. I thought it had a royal sound. In English it means of the valley. I thought that it was a pleasant name.

Shortly after a television show aired about a character known as Zorro, we were overloaded with questions about our name and about chivalry.

1. Is your hubby a count?
No … he isn’t a count but he can count.

2. Can he help a damsel in distress?
Yes – he has helped many women when giving birth in patrol cars as a policeman.

3. Is he a gallant man?
Yes … he’s always been a gentleman. He opens car doors for women.

4. What is it like to be in the presence of a black-clad masked man?
I may have to keep this one a secret.

As you can see, a name can be of great importance when it’s being used by writers or movie makers.

Zorro (/ˈzɔːroʊ/; Spanish pronunciation: [ˈsoro] and [ˈθoro]) is a fictional character created in 1919 by New York–based pulp writer Johnston McCulley. The character has been featured in numerous books, films, a television series, and other media.
Zorro (Spanish for “fox”) is the secret identity of Don Diego de la Vega, a California nobleman and master living in the Spanish colonial era. The character has undergone changes through the years, but the typical image of him is a dashing black-clad masked outlaw who defends the people of the land against tyrannical officials and other villains. Not only is he too cunning and foxlike for the bumbling authorities to catch, but he delights in publicly humiliating them. information©wikipedia

He’s a hero that defends the people being attacked by evil doers.

Is there a story in your name?

2018©Isadora DeLaVega


Isabelle Allende, a Chilean author, in 2005 wrote about Zorro and the pulp hero Don Diego de la Vega. The novel takes the form of a biography and represents the first original story ever undertaken for the character. It represents a prequel to the original Zorro story, Johnston McCulley’s 1919 novella The Curse of Capistrano. The story incorporates details from a variety of works that have been featuring the pulp hero, including the 1998 film The Mask of Zorro.

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Old but Hot to Trot


Mom says she wants to travel. She’s thinking Europe; alone and at 75.

Where did she meet this friend, Jean, she plans to travel with all of a sudden?

My sister and I decide we should allow her this last frivolous adventure.

Safety Harbor Nursing Home can wait until she returns.

While she’s vacationing, we can put the house up for sale and gather what each of us wants from the many collectibles. Then, we’ll have our own European vacation.

In her mailbox arrives a postcard for us.

“Marrying Gene in Paris!” “He’s 65 and hot to trot”. “Tomber amoureux!”

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: JS Brand

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If I could Interview God

~ If I could Interview God ~

Why do you allow us to have pain?
If you never felt pain, then, how would you know that I am a healer?

Why must we pray?
If you never had to pray, then, how would you know that I am a deliverer?

Why do you give us so many obstacles?
If you never had a trial, then, how could you call yourself an overcomer?

Why do you give us sadness?
If you never felt sadness, then, how would you know that I am a comforter?

Why do you allow us to make mistakes?
If you never made a mistake, then, how would you know that I am a forgiver?

Why do you take us to where we feel broken?
If you were never broken, then, how would you know that I can make you whole?

Why must we suffer?
If you never had any suffering, then, how would you know what I went through?

Why must we walk through the fires of life?
If you never went through the fire, then, how would you become pure?

Why must we make mistakes only to correct them later?
If I never corrected you, then, how would you know that I love you?

When will we have our own power?
If you had all power, then, how would you learn to depend on me?

Why can’t we have a perfect life?
If your life was perfect, then, what would you need me for?

Love, God

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

The concept for these questions came from this video I had seen several years ago.

I hope you’ll take the time to view it. I found it most enlightening.

~Enjoy ~

Just a Thought: often when we lose hope and think this is the end,

GOD smiles from above and says, “Relax, it’s just a bend, not the end!”

aFrank @ A Frank Angle challenges us with the word: If

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Video from Shepards Voice


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Friday Fictioneers – Lurking in the Shadows

It had been weeks since I visited Henrietta. To soothe my guilt, I picked up her favorite sparkling wine. At ninety, she wasn’t a fine wine drinker. Five bucks would do. I purchased her favorite dark chocolates too.

I could see bright lights on in the kitchen. She usually kept them on low.

She’d say, “I have a budget, you know.”

Finally, Henrietta opened the door. She seemed dazed.

“Hi Henrietta,” I said.

“Who are you?”

“It’s Ella.”

She grabbed the Gazela and slammed the door.

Curiously, I peered through the window.

Behind the huge spiderweb, lurked a man’s shadow.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Victor & Sarah Potter

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A Gift of Love

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost to you one day.

2018©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,

You are in my heart,

Forever and a day.

2018©Al De La Vega

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Jamie Dedes @ The Poet by Day is asking, “What is on your mind and heart as you start the new year?”

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photo prompt©jamie dedes


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Nurture Yourself – Seek Peaceful Serenity

Because of our daily stress filled lives, especially during the hectic holiday festivities, we need to create a quietly calm and peacefully still place where we can feel tranquil serenity.

Our imagination can help us with this very difficult task of relaxing by providing us with the ability to dream of magical places. I love to imagine a garden of flowers filled with every imaginable color and shape. It’s an image that can make anyone smile.

What about a snow covered mountain or forest? Snow blankets on the slumbering earth. The sun sparkling on the hanging icicles of a cold winters day.

Peaceful thoughts of hearts filled with quiet calm because we could all be one. No labels, no issues, no hostility, no anger. Just wonderful love for all no matter who they may be.

Nurturing yourself at the end of a day helps you achieve an untroubled placid sleep for better health.

If people could be serenely still they would see a positive spin in their life’s situation. Sitting in quiet contemplation, without negative thoughts towards themselves and others can be transforming.

Can you imagine a place of serenity?

In Love and Light
Isadora 🙏🏻

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.

Becca at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea
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The video above was posted on the blog – A Frank Angle
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Hidden Deep Inside

The closet door flung open.

“What are you doing in there?”, he growled.

Before I could answer, I was being pulled up by my hair and pushed towards the kitchen.

“Get in there and help your mother.”

I guess he doesn’t want to know.

“See what happens when you hide from work,” she said.

Hide from work? How about I was hiding from the jump rope he just beat me with while you were talking to Mrs. Rosen about styling her wig.

There’s a place I go to tell my troubles. Hidden deep inside the closet is my peaceful place.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Rochelle

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*****In 2015, an estimated 1,670 children died from abuse and neglect in the United States. In 2015, Children’s Advocacy Centers around the country served more than 311,0002 child victims of abuse, providing victim advocacy and support to these children and their families. info:wikipedia
For more information click here: http://www.nationalchildrensalliance.org/media-room/media-kit/national-statistics-child-abuse/

 


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Nurture Yourself – with – Natures Beauty

Have you ever been in a room filled with people at an event or a dinner party

or work or simply shopping,

where your eyes were drawn to someone,

somewhere in the room.

It’s because that person’s inner light shining brightly.

We can all be the bright light of spiritual illumination.

Look at the inner light of nature.

Feel it … Wear it … Be it !!!

Namaste,

Isadora 

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.

~~~~~~~

Becca at On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea
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Friday Fictioneers – I’m Late – I’m Late

The subway doors opened. People poured off the train like swarms of ants.

Milagros rushed to get to her job. She hadn’t eaten and felt faint. She was late but needed to eat something. Her stomach growled as she ordered coffee and bagel in an out-of-breath voice.

“To go?”, the barista asked.

“Yes,” she said impatiently.

Panic took over the hunger pangs as she searched for her wallet.

Gone.

This can’t be happening.

From behind she heard, “Is this yours?”

“Yes!!!”

“It was on the floor”.

“I can’t thank you enough”

Sure you can, How ‘bout a date?”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: Marie Gail Stratford

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