Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Splashes of Colors

Splatters of Colors and Hue”

Color me a Rainbow,
Sprinkled with golden dreams
with dashes of wishes
of purple, blues and green.

Color me a Heaven,
With cotton-candy clouds,
amid a sky of azure blue.

Color me sweet red roses,
kissed by a fresh morning dew.

Color me some raindrops,
with splashes of misty-crystal hue
and wet blades of silky-green grass
to run barefoot through.

Color me lofty trees,
dressed in autumn’s shades of gold,
Clusters of scarlet and brown leaves
on the ground,
as the seasons unfold.

Color me a white winter land,
with whistling winds and whirling sounds.
Snowflakes flying in the crisp-cool air.
Then color me right into a verdant green,
spring where robins sing without a care.

Color me back to summer,
beneath a lemon yellow sun.
Then color me a silver moon,
and a black starlit night
when the day is done.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega


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Cafe Chat – Can We Evade Death?

Welcome – make yourself at home. Pick a pretty cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.

There is no preparation or test assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world. 

We hear stories of tragedies. Usually, it’s someone else’s family.

 No one expects it’s going to be theirs. No one prepares for death and, then, it happens.

The dreaded phone call or, as in my case, a letter which brings our carefully crafted house of calm and stability, crashing down with one single statement, ‘I’m sorry’.

Sorry … and, you wonder why they are sorry. 

Sorry … about the fact they could not save the person. 

Sorry … that they have to be the person to bring bad news to you.

Sorry … for the departure of your loved one from this world.

There is no preparation, no practice.

In that moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split-second reaction. 

Either you grieve, or you don’t. 

It’s a sad time for me.

My brother, George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 8, 1957.

He died December 01, 2020. He was born with a brain disability called Hydrocephalus. He lived with my mother until she pass away in 2010.

Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him. Shortly after, the government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family of his death. 

When he died his body was sent to a medical school for students to explore his illness and study his organs. It felt overwhelming when I first read this in the letter. I’ve come to accept that he is helping people from suffering the life he led with their research. It’s a consolation to know he is now with his beloved mother and father.

R.I.P. George 🙏🏻

Reach out and touch someone with LOVE today ... Isadora 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – Chocolate Eyes

She needed band for extra school credits. 

Pointing, Mr. Cohen said, “Pick out a clarinet. I’ll get a new mouthpiece.”

Her friend Dominique teased her about the cute boy near the instruments. 

“Stop! He’s probably dating.” 

“Nope, I heard he’s not. Besides, he’s looking at you.” 

“From who? Is he?” 

“I have my sources.”

“Well, I’m not interested.”

“I have my clarinet; see you inside.” 

As Dominique passed the boy, she winked and gave him the okay sign.

“Need some help,” he said approaching her.

No, I do not,” curtly, while dying inside.

‘Oh, those luscious chocolate eyes are yummy.’

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

 

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Friday Fictioneers – My Special Friend

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop.

Someone who makes you believe there’s hope for the world.

Someone who convinces you that there’s an unlocked door; just waiting for you to open.

Someone who changes your life, just by being a part of it.

Elise was my special friend. 

Today, she was placed in a nursing home. 

I’m left alone. 

We ate breakfast every day while telling stories of our childhood memories.

From now on, our days together will be through letter writing.

I’m left alone, without my special friend.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©JanWayneFields

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Cafe Chat – Happy New Year 2021

Welcome – make yourself at home. Pick a pretty cup or mug for coffee, hot chocolate, or herbal tea. Sit in a comfy chair so we can chat.

Hope you like my music selection – Piano Spa Medley

Super Belated Happy New Year Wishes 2021 to all of my faithful blog followers and friends – May your coming year be filled with all the treasures your heart can hold. For blessings are many and those we are given should bring immense peace to our souls and loving smiles to our faces.

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I believe enough has been said about COVID. I don’t want to address it anymore. We need to get past it. To continue to kavetsh is futile. Time to go back to being in the moment without focus on what has been happening to the world and us for the last year.

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Media helped me celebrate this holiday season with family and friends. It was grand. There is no gift greater than spending time with those who are dear to us even if it’s’ through a computer screen. I’m grateful for these treasures, for no amount of money can purchase this type of love.

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    In browsing through some of my posts due to my writing brain fog, I came across this post on ‘LOVE’ from 2016. I thought we might start to think a little more about Love in our lives for a successful year ahead.

It’s about love. It’s insightful. It’s touching. The ending has a profound lesson. Perhaps, because of all the recent events, we need to focus on Love again. For those of you who grew up without the nurturing of love and are seekers of fulfilling those nurturing years of love I wish for you to:

 Imagine Love and all you think it can be. 

Imagine Love and all you want it to be.

 Imagine Love and all you are feeling. 

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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The Guests

A woman was in her garden when she saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. 

She said, “I do not know you. Are you hungry?  Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”

“No,” she replied. “He’s out”.

“Then we cannot come in,” they replied. 

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them in.”

The woman went out and invited them in.

“We do not go into a house together,” they replied. 

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth, he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another, His name is Success, and I am Love.”                 

Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you would like to come in.”

The woman went in and told the husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed.

“How nice!” he said.  “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth!” 

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

Their daughter-in-law had been listening from the other corner of the room. She jumped in with her suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with Love!”

 Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to the wife.  “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking to the house. The other 2 got up and followed him, too. 

Surprised, the woman asked Wealth and Success, “Why are you coming in? I only invited Love.” 

The old men replied: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but you invited Love

Wherever he goes, we go with him. 

Wherever there is Love, there is Wealth and Success!!!!” ©anonymous

Reach out and touch someone with LOVE today ... Isadora 😎

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

*****kavetsh … complain in Yiddish


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Friday Fictioneers – Black Night

In the light of day, the narrow street appears menacing. It had a quaint charm last night. 

Today, I must show the polizia where everything happened. 

It was a brisk evening. We met for wine and spuntino.

Later, we walked through these ancient streets, his muscular arm warming my shoulders.

Lovers passed us engrossed in each other’s eyes, a travelers concept of Italian romance. 

His full lips rivaled dark-captivating eyes as they draw me in. Romance was in the air.

 Regretfully, forever, I’ll remember this nightmare and the scent of his garlic breath.

Now, police search for my horrid rapist.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Rowena Curtin

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Polizia – Italian: police

Spuntino – Italian: snacks

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*****I missed last weeks writing challenge with this fun photo prompt. I think this photo can be added to this story. Enjoy …


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Sunday Song – Be the Light

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The video below is of a young lady who decided to audition for show America’s Got Talent. She wrote the song and sings it beautifully.                                           Her words remind us we should all need to Be the Light.

The Layman’s Ten Commandment

These commandments seem quite simple yet how many of us can follow through with all of them. I hope you’ll take the time to consider the deeper meaning. These are inspiring words. I believe they can be of comfort or a motivation for anyone who chooses to live by them.

Namaste, Isadora  🙏

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

“The Layman’s Ten Commandments”

1. Prayer is not a “Spare Wheel” that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a “Steering Wheel” that directs the right path throughout your journey.

2. Why are a car’s Windshield so large and the Rear View Mirror so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE; so look ahead and move on.

3. Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes a few minutes to Burn, but it takes years to Write.

4. All things in life are Temporary. If things are Going Well, Enjoy It; they will not last forever. If things are Going Wrong, Don’t Worry; they will not last long either.

5. Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don’t forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!

6. Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, “Relax, sweetheart, it’s just a bend, not the end!

7. When GOD solves your problems, you have Faith in HIS Abilities; when GOD doesn’t solve your problems HE has faith in YOUR Abilities.

8. A blind person asked St. Anthony: “Can there be anything worse than losing eyesight?” He replied: “Yes, losing your vision!”

9. When you Pray for Others, God Listens to you and blesses them, so sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.

10. WORRYING does not take away Tomorrow’s TROUBLES; it takes away Today‘s Peace.

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 *****Originally I posted these Layman’s Commandments in 2014. Shocking to feel it’s still poignant today.


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Friday Fictioneers – The American Dream

Tears flowed faster than Esmeralda could wipe them away. She was inconsolable. Five years of waiting was all for nothing. The dreams of a better life negated by a virus.

Pedro was fortunate to have found a job as a dishwasher at MaMa’s pizzeria when he arrived in America. Leaving his family behind was a high price paid but worth it. It meant a better life for his family. Drug cartels were taking over his town. Random shootings with crime rampant too edged him on for a better way of living. 

The landlord trashing his life onto the sidewalk: Defeated!

2020©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Roger Bultot

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Be Safe … Isadora 😎


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Friday Fictioneers – Sunday Outings


Sunday was family day. Staten Island was Father’s favorite place to go because of the beautiful beaches, plus his good friend, Mr. Frank, had a big home surrounded by a white picket fence, and backyard for us five kids.  

Mr. Frank was a Santero. During WWII, he migrated to Cuba from Germany. His live-in housekeeper was from Haiti. She made the best rosemary fried chicken for us. 

The spiritual rituals, Mr.Frank performed were in the basement. Saintly statues, lit candles, incense, cigars, red and white fabrics, were part of the alter. He was frightening.

We always stayed outside. 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega 

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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz

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21 August 2020

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The term “Santería” translates into English as the “way of the saints.”[1] This is the most popular name for the religion, although some practitioners consider it offensive and avoid it in favor of alternatives.

Santería developed among Afro-Cuban communities amid the Atlantic slave trade of the 16th to 19th centuries. It formed through the blending of the traditional religions brought to Cuba by enslaved West Africans, the majority of them Yoruba, and Roman Catholicism, the only religion legally permitted on the island by the Spanish colonial government.©wikipedia   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santer%C3%ADa/


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Friday Fictioneers – The Interview

Dancing was on her mind all the time. Magda was obsessed with the idea of becoming an Alvin Ailey jazz dancer. She disliked practicing ballet for posture or tap for flexibility. The movements bored to tears. Jazz had a rhythm all its own.

She told her parents about moving to Hollywood after graduation. They tried to discourage her by saying she was foolish.

Entering the agency, she was awestruck by the photos on the walls.

Mr. W asked, How big a star do you want to be?

Musicals big, Magda replied.

There’s a price, you know.

Reality hit, Magda shuddered.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Woed Count: 100

Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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***** I’ve had no internet for this past week. Our rainy season is here causing issues. If I missed your story from last week, I’ll be sure to read it this week. Be Safe … Isadora 😎