LOVE: the way to LOVE anything deeply is to realize it may be lost to you one day.
A dream you DREAM alone is only a dream.
A dream you DREAM TOGETHER is reality. ©YokoOno
Tag Archives: WRITING
Sunday Song – Flight From The City
Although Mother’s Day was on May 12, 2019, my special poem for Mother’s
‘Your Mother’s Always with You’
was added to the BeZine Project Special Mini Edition for Mother’s Day on May 20, 2019.
This video is a testimony to the strength of a mother. She must have the fortitude and resilience to impart upon her child a confident character in order to let go of her child into the world of whatever may come their way. Yet, she must be there to let them gather strength once again from her quietly warm touch.
A mother’s love is never-ending.
Isadora
2019©Isadora De La Vega
‘Your Mother is always with You’
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.
She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
She’s in your laughter, crystallized in every tear,
She’s the place you came from, your first home.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
Nothing on earth can separate you,
Not time … Not space … Not even death!
Isadora
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
A Quiet Respite
Blog Friends ….
It is time for me to take a brief respite. I will be out on the high seas gathering energy from the wind and salty air. I’ll be listening to the music of the waves.
I wanted to leave you with a peaceful image of the ocean. I think in one of my previous lives I must have been a sailor. I love being out on the water.
Perhaps, it’s because of my astrology sign. I’m a cancer which is a water sign and is represented by the crab. I’m renewed while receiving abundant energy from the ocean.
I’ll be without technology of any kind. I’ll be writing, reading and contemplating on expanding my knowledge of how to create a more peaceful journey for my life.
Your posts brighten my day. I look forward to them. I believe you’re exceptional bodies of work will be the greatest loss while I’m away. Many, many of you are very talented and post the most incredibly meaningful stories and photographs I delight in seeing and reading.
Please feel free to make me aware of your extraordinary posts so I can read them.
In my absence, if you’d like to catch up on my stories or poetry feel free to visit and enjoy. If you leave your insightful and thoughtful comments, I can assure you I will get to each and every one of them.
I leave you with the most precious gift … LOVE 😍
Isadora 😎
Heavy Hearts in Christchurch, New Zealand
Once again, our lives have been saddened by the horrific tragedy that occurred in a Mosque in Christchurch, New Zealand. The innocent killing of 49 people and the many injured and hospitalized is overwhelming to hear about and to witness on the evening news.
I’m sure none of them went to this Mosque thinking this would be their last day alive. They were there to find peace and to show gratitude for the lives they were living.
A madman decided he wanted to eliminate people he disliked. His reasons far too obtuse to give them any thought.
This was not a madman.
This was someone who wanted to control the way the world should be. He methodically planned all of it. That’s not the mind of a madman. It’s the mind of a man who doesn’t respect human life. I disagree with calling this mad man.
The losses of the lives of innocent children and adults has burdened us with heavy hearts.
To all who are suffering from this tragedy of lives lost we send our prayers.
My Wish
Let’s wish people freedom to worship
Let’s wish people healing from pain
Let’s wish people a prayer of comfort
Let’s wish people a gentle touch of good will
Let’s wish people a smile of cheer
Let’s wish people a peaceful hand to hold
Let’s wish people encouraging days
Let’s wish people a loving hug
Let’s wish for peace to rule the world not hate.
I wish to believe that no matter what life gives us we can have hope.
Wherever, we want to be with a loving hand to help us we can get there.
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, Isadora 🙏
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Sunday Song – Rise Up
Dedicating this Sunday Song to all Women in honor of
International Women’s Day – March 8, 2019.
We will all rise up no matter what we’ve been through in life.
You just need to stay strong
And know, that every stumble is an opportunity
to rise up with the lesson you’ve learned in hand.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Andra Day – Rise Up
‘She Stands in Beauty’ 2018©Isadora DeLaVega
If you don’t like something, change it.
If you can’t change it, change your attitude.
©MayaAngelou
I raise up my voice, not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice
Can be Heard … we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.
©Malala Yousafzai
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So. you may not always have a comfortable life.
And, you may not always be able to solve all the world’s problems all at once.
But, don’t ever underestimate the impact that you have,
Because, history has shown us that courage can be contagious,
And, hope can take on a life of its own.
©Michele Obama
Cafe Chat
Cafe Chat …
Welcome … grab of cup of coffee, hot chocolate or tea.
Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.
A little music might be nice … hope you enjoy my selection :
It’s been quite sometime since I posted on my blog. I was scheduled to have a knee replacement on December 10, 2018. Dancing from the age of 5 had taken its toll on my knee joints. My knees were begging for rest.
If you aren’t aware of my addiction, let me tell you what it is. It’s dancing.
I took ballet, tap, jazz and modern dance for more years than I can count.
My husband and I were square dancers working our way up to competition level. We ballroom dance; although, my husband doesn’t like counting. As a jazz musician he likes to jam-out free style. It can’t be done with a partner but he adjusts his thinking for me. And, let’s not forget the 60’s doo-wops songs and the 70’s disco days.
I never sit through any song that’s playing.
Dancing has always been an outlet for any stress I’m experiencing. I used it to keep my sanity when my husband was a police officer. Everyday he left for work could have been his last day with me and his family. When he was shot after 15 years of service I was elated. He could no longer be an officer. He was given early retirement which involved another layer of stress. After all, he was in a wheelchair now. With no hope from doctors, he eventually resolved to be wheelchair bound for life. Then, one day, he angrily stated that he would walk again despite the physicians prognosis.
He went through grueling rehabilitation and today is walking. He’s managed two careers since that retirement and continues with his Copper Whimsea’s artwork.
I guess you could have called me a gym-rat as is the name for anyone who is obsessed with exercise now-a-days.
I loved the muscle aches, the sweating and the smell of the metal weights. My endorphins never rested. I still crave the feelings but my body has put a stop to that right now, but, I’ll be back.
Since my medical history is high risk, my orthopedic doctor wanted clearance from all of my physicians. I have many. A hematologist for blood clots my body likes to make. A pulmonologist for when the blood clots take up residence in my lungs. An endocrinologist for a genetic thyroid disease called Hashimoto. A primary physicians for my tri-monthly check-ups and a cardiologist for checking on all the over-load of love I have in my heart. I had the all clear from all physicians except the cardiologist. He wanted me to take a stress test. The results showed that my heart was enlarged on the left side.
Why hadn’t he noticed that in May at my last appointment?
Surgery was scheduled for two day later. Since December 7, 2018, I’ve been resting and healing.
I discovered during the first few days of recovering that I was antsy about checking my blog, facebook and any other media I connect to. So, you see, I too am a victim of social media.
I replaced my computer with knitting needles and yarn. I’ve enjoyed many movies, books, painting, listening to meditation music and relaxing on my lanai while enjoying the lovely lake my home sits behind. The birds have been scarce but the few that sing to me have provided a beautifully peaceful respite. Healing takes time. It happens in stages. But, I’ll be back.
Namaste,
Isadora 😎
May you all have in the coming year good health,
peace, joy and more love than your heart can hold …
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019
Friday Fictioneers – She Trusted Too Much
Dusk peeked through the curtain.
It had been a harrowing day.
Her gardening past time destroyed by a sneaky thief.
It was a small garden. Just enough space for tulips and the rose bush her husband had planted.
“A rose bush for my Rose,” he’d proclaimed,
She longed to hear him say her name.
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Why had she been so naive?
Why had she fed that stranger information about her son and his friend?
Was her sight that hazy?
~~~~~
“Are you Vinnie?”, she’d asked him.
“Yes, your son sent me to get the $200 dollars for him.”
~~~~~
She trusted too much.
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Story
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Gah Learner
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Sunday Song – Why Can’t He Be You
Sunday Song – In the Arms of an Angel – Hallelujah
Anthony Bourdain dead @ 61 June 25, 1956 – June 8, 2018
Chef – writer – TV host
Photo’s and article by Variety
click here to read
If you or someone you know is considering suicide,
please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
Kate Spade dead @ 55 December 24, 1962 – June 5, 2018
Fashion Designer
Photo’s and article by Variety
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If you or someone you know is considering suicide,
please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).
Friday Fictioneers – The Pink Dress
Mother asked me to get one of Oma’s dresses for the viewing.
Walking through the house, I could feel Oma in every room.
She was with me; guiding me.
Small things meant a lot to her; like working in the garden, a walk in the park or sitting on her front porch listening to the birds sing.
Oma kept an impeccable home. Her treasured crystal, Rogaska, bowl on her dining room table always had fresh flowers or plants.
Opa loved her pink gown from their 75 anniversary.
He’d said, “My heart fluttered when we danced.”
This will be the dress.
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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