Inside the Mind of Isadora


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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 


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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.

~~~~~

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 – 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

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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)

Kate Spade dead @ 55 December 24, 1962 – June 5, 2018

Fashion Designer

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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).


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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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Sunday Song – A Mother’s Love

Lilly 560 signed.webWalking in the Garden                   2018©Isadora DeLaVega

This year, Mother’s Day, is May 13, 2018. It’s the day we celebrate the special women who’ve raised us.

I think everyone would agree that any woman whose raised a child deserves to be recognized everyday. 

She’s filled with boundless love and makes enormous sacrifices.

Mothers have arms brimming with comfort and love.

For those of you who are blessed to have your mothers with you,

May your Mother’s Day, with her, be filled with immense joy….!!!! 

For those of you have lost your mothers,

May your Mother’s Day be filled with your precious memories of her.

Happy Mother’s Day to All …. !!! 

A Mother’s Love by Jim Brickman

A Mother’s Prayer – Celine Dion

 


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February Musings

My apologies to my dedicated blog followers for a repost of an oldie but goodie.

In April, my youngest daughter will be getting married. Although she’s in charge of it all,

I still find myself involved here and there. After all, I need a dress. I’m the Mother of the Bride.

Gosh, I haven’t said that since 1993 when my eldest had gotten married. 

I hope you understand and enjoy ….

Isadora 😎
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Flurries of snow falling gently
Each, cold upon my face
Boasting of its’ windy chill
Reaching the core inside my heart
Until, my lover lays his kiss gently upon my lips
Aglow, in his fiery touch I’ll stay
Reminiscing, in his arms, I fall asleep
Your essence, my comforting blanket lest we’re ever apart
 2018©Isadora DeLaVega

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True ‘LOVE’ begins when nothing is looked for in return ….💕

 


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Nurture Yourself – Live your Little Mercies

Compassion and forgiveness are the little mercies
we need to develop while walking through our paths of nurturing.

Recently, I read a book called Little Mercies. It’s the journey of a small child who experiences a great many trials at a very tender age when most children are enjoying and innocently playing with friends and toys. The quote is from the book by Heather Gundenkauf. This child’s social worker is faced with an unspeakable tragedy she’s unable to cope with. Her mother tries to comfort her with these words.

Throughout our lives we’re faced with tragedies far greater than we ever could imagine living or coping with. Somehow, we find a strength deep inside that wraps its arms around us to help us manage to place one foot in front of the other.

   All of the painful layers we’ve carefully peeled away, have helped us get attuned with our emotional selves.

We must never stop writing our own story of little mercies. It helps us to be present.
It’s a gift we give to our nurturing selves.

In Love and Light,
Isadora 🙏

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

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.

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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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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 of my loyal followers.

                                     Thank you for having faith in what I do here.

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

                                         Blessings and many Hugs and Kisses to you !!!

                                                                                Isadora  😎