Pamela's blog post Sexual Healing Used to Be Body Based had this wonderful concept:
"What I learned, and chronicled in my book Shameless,
is that when we are able to get in touch with our body, we are able to
get in touch with our feelings. And that is where all the goodies lie."
My comment back on the blog:
"Yes,
the body based therapies reach into our core being and free us to be as
alive as possible. The body knows so much, has cellular memory, and
will heal itself if allowed to lead the way per individual body. Thanks,
Pamela, for opening a space to discuss as well as experience all this
individually as well as in community of supportive people."
I wanted to put 2 links to articles here for now for further thought - for me & for you all -
Did Victorian era doctors use vibrators to treat hysteric female patients with orgasm therapy?
The Technology of Orgasm: "Hysteria," the Vibrator, and Women's Sexual Satisfaction
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Anniversary
Yesterday was my husband's & my anniversary. 34 years. Since 1978
we've been together. 4 wedding ceremonies - 2 for official immigration
purposes (both in USA & Malaysia,) 1 religious one (Christian, )
& 1 traditional Kayan (husband's tribe.) It has been the roughest,
most peaceful, most alone but together, not alone but not intimate,
sometimes intimate, comfortable, uncomfortable, frustrating,
heart-rending, heart-healing, and learning time through these years. It
has been a space to heal from some horrendous wounds for which I am
deeply grateful. It has been a space to discover me. It has become a
space to discover him in part, too.
I was taught that when as a woman I gave myself to someone that someone had better be my husband, that marriage was until death do us part, & that faithfulness was required. I emphasize the "gave myself to" as opposed to the having my body forcibly stolen from me.
I have said in semi-serious jest that the secret to a long relationship is never under any circumstances kill the other person. Relationships do work better when both people are still breathing.
So, where am I with my attitude, my feelings about, my pleasure in, my love for... my marriage? Right now it is a deep, powerful, strong-currented underground ocean with the periodic up-springing wells. It feels like the kind of joy only found in the singed but still breathing through the pain of climbing up to a resting ledge in the abyss with some clear blue sky finally in sight well above. Some birds are flying up there. Some clouds. Some trees even around the edges. Pleasure in the deep places, in the hard places, in the hard won places.
More climbing ahead, but for now a grateful respite in the ledge, admiring the view while thinking through the next part of the climb. Joy too deep to explain further. But, it is powerfully moving in the depths.
I was taught that when as a woman I gave myself to someone that someone had better be my husband, that marriage was until death do us part, & that faithfulness was required. I emphasize the "gave myself to" as opposed to the having my body forcibly stolen from me.
I have said in semi-serious jest that the secret to a long relationship is never under any circumstances kill the other person. Relationships do work better when both people are still breathing.
So, where am I with my attitude, my feelings about, my pleasure in, my love for... my marriage? Right now it is a deep, powerful, strong-currented underground ocean with the periodic up-springing wells. It feels like the kind of joy only found in the singed but still breathing through the pain of climbing up to a resting ledge in the abyss with some clear blue sky finally in sight well above. Some birds are flying up there. Some clouds. Some trees even around the edges. Pleasure in the deep places, in the hard places, in the hard won places.
More climbing ahead, but for now a grateful respite in the ledge, admiring the view while thinking through the next part of the climb. Joy too deep to explain further. But, it is powerfully moving in the depths.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Flowers
Bring me not the cut or picked flower if you would show me love. Bring me instead a field of wildly growing flowers to enjoy season to season forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Ride the Wind If You Dare
Silken skin of palest cream, darkest brown hair now mostly snowy white sparkling with the electricity of the lightning storm, the shadows play, flirting, darting with the flashing. Eyes glow then are hidden in the dark. Moaning softly, almost singing, beckoning like a siren call of heat, the draped sheet slowly glides to the floor. A storm symphony of heat, desire. Come, my love, ride the wind if you dare. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Friday, July 13, 2012
To Be Kissed Evermore
Don't you understand that I long to kiss you with my whole being, to taste even your most hidden parts & bring them out to be kissed evermore in the light of my love? ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Monday, June 20, 2011
Love Quotes by Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
My Love Quotes
02/10/10
Look deeply, my love. See the radiant glow you bring to my eyes, to my smile, to my skin. Drink to overflowing of the love & joy you hold so dear, shining from my eyes. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Look deeply, my love. See the radiant glow you bring to my eyes, to my smile, to my skin. Drink to overflowing of the love & joy you hold so dear, shining from my eyes. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
22/09/10
You mean so much to me that my heart aches when you are not near, & so I miss you. Be well wherever you roam. Take very good care of yourself because, no matter what, I want you around for a long time yet to come. One day maybe I'll be blessed to see you smiling in front of me. It will be pure joy. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
You mean so much to me that my heart aches when you are not near, & so I miss you. Be well wherever you roam. Take very good care of yourself because, no matter what, I want you around for a long time yet to come. One day maybe I'll be blessed to see you smiling in front of me. It will be pure joy. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
17/09/10
Let me love to overflowing without reasons other than love. Let me dance upon the tender glances given. Let the nectar of my love's kisses bring me dancing heartbeats drumming to be driven. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Let me love to overflowing without reasons other than love. Let me dance upon the tender glances given. Let the nectar of my love's kisses bring me dancing heartbeats drumming to be driven. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
11/09/10
More than the grains of sand on the beach, more than the stars in the summer night sky, more than the drops of water in the ocean, more than the sounds in the jungle or the trees in a forest are my loving thoughts for you. As sweet as honey are my dreams of loving you forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
More than the grains of sand on the beach, more than the stars in the summer night sky, more than the drops of water in the ocean, more than the sounds in the jungle or the trees in a forest are my loving thoughts for you. As sweet as honey are my dreams of loving you forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
15/10/10
Anger flares hot, something's not right, but your love means more to me, so I keep that in sight lest I burn you and me and brings us to naught. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Anger flares hot, something's not right, but your love means more to me, so I keep that in sight lest I burn you and me and brings us to naught. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
22/10/10
You really are worth loving... just as you are, where you are, the way you are, the shape you're in ... worth every bit of love possible. Why? No why. Just because. You are loved. Period. No reasons. Just because. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
You really are worth loving... just as you are, where you are, the way you are, the shape you're in ... worth every bit of love possible. Why? No why. Just because. You are loved. Period. No reasons. Just because. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
08/11/10
Love & Life are both magical. It takes a lot of practice, diligent effort, a sense of timing & wonder, an artistic touch, & as much imagination as possible. Having you in my life to love makes it worth it. With you I know my heart can fly. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Love & Life are both magical. It takes a lot of practice, diligent effort, a sense of timing & wonder, an artistic touch, & as much imagination as possible. Having you in my life to love makes it worth it. With you I know my heart can fly. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
12/11/10
Hearts are so impractical. They feel whatever they want to, when they want to. They pay no heed to convenience or propriety. And, they are prone to breaking repeatedly. That's what makes them so glorious. They are real and never boring. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Hearts are so impractical. They feel whatever they want to, when they want to. They pay no heed to convenience or propriety. And, they are prone to breaking repeatedly. That's what makes them so glorious. They are real and never boring. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
13/11/10
If you ever try to burn the bridge between us, you should know I have both a good fire squad and also an excellent bridge re-building skill sets. lol ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
If you ever try to burn the bridge between us, you should know I have both a good fire squad and also an excellent bridge re-building skill sets. lol ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/11/10
May I always see you with the eyes of love so that I see the best of you because love is patient, kind, generous, forgiving, grateful, rejoicing, fun, healing, enduring, and believing always in the best. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
May I always see you with the eyes of love so that I see the best of you because love is patient, kind, generous, forgiving, grateful, rejoicing, fun, healing, enduring, and believing always in the best. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/11/10
Are you my beloved that I have known was waiting somewhere in time for me? I know my heart sings even when I cry because I know you are there. I know my face smiles even despite so many pains, troubles, & even dangers just because I sense your love. How I wish my love could give these same blessings to you forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Are you my beloved that I have known was waiting somewhere in time for me? I know my heart sings even when I cry because I know you are there. I know my face smiles even despite so many pains, troubles, & even dangers just because I sense your love. How I wish my love could give these same blessings to you forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
27/11/10
There is a song in your heart, joy & brightness, waiting to bubble up & overflow your lips & your eyes, to shine from your face, to shower our eagerly anticipating world with your love. Come; join the chorus that the morning star began. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
There is a song in your heart, joy & brightness, waiting to bubble up & overflow your lips & your eyes, to shine from your face, to shower our eagerly anticipating world with your love. Come; join the chorus that the morning star began. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
15/12/10
Let me know you. What makes you laugh. What makes you cry. Let me look tenderly when you fall. Let me help you up or let me fall with you... over & over again... as long as we're together. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Let me know you. What makes you laugh. What makes you cry. Let me look tenderly when you fall. Let me help you up or let me fall with you... over & over again... as long as we're together. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
16/12/10
Let me see your immeasurable worth, your sputtering magic, your lovely silliness. Let me sense your cuddliness & sexiness through the mud splatters, messy clothes, & sweat. Let me always smile when you "check your eyelids for cracks" soon after you sit down for the evening. Let me be the one you first think of when you must tell someone something. Let me be the one. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Let me see your immeasurable worth, your sputtering magic, your lovely silliness. Let me sense your cuddliness & sexiness through the mud splatters, messy clothes, & sweat. Let me always smile when you "check your eyelids for cracks" soon after you sit down for the evening. Let me be the one you first think of when you must tell someone something. Let me be the one. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
22/12/10
Can my eyes see or my ears hear your heart's sigh? Can my finger touch your soul? Can my tongue taste your true ambrosia? Can my nose smell your spirit? How poor I'd be if my heart could not see & my spirit conceive of joys reached no other way than as a miracle! I could not love you as well if I were so limited, my beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Can my eyes see or my ears hear your heart's sigh? Can my finger touch your soul? Can my tongue taste your true ambrosia? Can my nose smell your spirit? How poor I'd be if my heart could not see & my spirit conceive of joys reached no other way than as a miracle! I could not love you as well if I were so limited, my beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
23/12/10
Around, around, around, expressions of ecstasy, one hand up, one hand down, around, around, around, My Beloved calls, my heart sings, around, around, around, the circle goes on, my love is forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Around, around, around, expressions of ecstasy, one hand up, one hand down, around, around, around, My Beloved calls, my heart sings, around, around, around, the circle goes on, my love is forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
02/01/11
Love gives us strength when we are weak. It gives us hope when we are discouraged. Love gives us comfort when we grieve. It gives us courage to keep trying even when the way seems impossible. Love shows compassion when we've fallen. It lifts us up so we can go on. With wings of heart, I soar because you loved me. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Love gives us strength when we are weak. It gives us hope when we are discouraged. Love gives us comfort when we grieve. It gives us courage to keep trying even when the way seems impossible. Love shows compassion when we've fallen. It lifts us up so we can go on. With wings of heart, I soar because you loved me. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
12/01/11
While her sun love dances with other flowers elsewhere for long, dark months, she waits beneath the icy snow & freezing winds, forgotten by all except the gardener-poet who dreams of spring & daphne blooming on the hill. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
While her sun love dances with other flowers elsewhere for long, dark months, she waits beneath the icy snow & freezing winds, forgotten by all except the gardener-poet who dreams of spring & daphne blooming on the hill. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
14/01/11
My heart was full of love, so I saw love in everything. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
My heart was full of love, so I saw love in everything. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/01/11
Love swept me away in its embrace & demanded all of me. How could I refuse? It was an enchantment I wanted forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Love swept me away in its embrace & demanded all of me. How could I refuse? It was an enchantment I wanted forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
24/01/11
Whisper my name, reach out with your heart, know I will answer you & come flying to you on the wind with the wings of my heart. You mean that much to me. That is what love is. That is what friends are. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Whisper my name, reach out with your heart, know I will answer you & come flying to you on the wind with the wings of my heart. You mean that much to me. That is what love is. That is what friends are. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
28/01/11
Goddess of your dreams, the dancing vision in your arms, the soft warm embrace to hide within, the love you have longed for... Come, my beloved. Come. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Goddess of your dreams, the dancing vision in your arms, the soft warm embrace to hide within, the love you have longed for... Come, my beloved. Come. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
08/02/11
Reflective of sun, moon, or stars, that hypnotic rhythm, evoking fathoms of dark moving waters within me, but is it salty spray or tears on my cheeks as I gaze longingly, achingly, knowing storms, strong currents even in the calmness of your embrace that would drown me. Yet my heart yearns with a yearning unquenchable. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Reflective of sun, moon, or stars, that hypnotic rhythm, evoking fathoms of dark moving waters within me, but is it salty spray or tears on my cheeks as I gaze longingly, achingly, knowing storms, strong currents even in the calmness of your embrace that would drown me. Yet my heart yearns with a yearning unquenchable. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
14/02/11
Pouring out with reckless abandon the lavish abundance, whirling intoxicated with arms open wide, the wings of heart soar ever onward into the Beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Pouring out with reckless abandon the lavish abundance, whirling intoxicated with arms open wide, the wings of heart soar ever onward into the Beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
14/02/11
Shall I surrender at last to you? You think you have captured me so completely. I ache to give up resisting, to rest at last from struggling. But, not yet. The holy wild within me remains unconquered & will never give up. Beware of caging a fiercely wild heart. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Shall I surrender at last to you? You think you have captured me so completely. I ache to give up resisting, to rest at last from struggling. But, not yet. The holy wild within me remains unconquered & will never give up. Beware of caging a fiercely wild heart. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
16/02/11
Enchanted by the song in your heart, I stopped to listen then saw the brightness of your eyes & smile. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Enchanted by the song in your heart, I stopped to listen then saw the brightness of your eyes & smile. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
20/02/11
Am I in love? Absolutely, totally, overflowingly drunk on love. Dancing, whirling, living, breathing, moving, being in love. My Beloved calls, & my heart flies on the wings of love forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Am I in love? Absolutely, totally, overflowingly drunk on love. Dancing, whirling, living, breathing, moving, being in love. My Beloved calls, & my heart flies on the wings of love forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
26/02/11
Enthroned in my heart of hearts is the Vastness, the Mystery, the Breathe, the Light, the Love of All, the All That Is. An Eternal Stillness of vibrant energy & power. My Beloved. While my mortal body holds the Spirit I was gifted, may my little light shine brightly, beckoning all to the Beloved. When I return later, may the love I shared here remain & continue to grow & to re-seed more love. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Enthroned in my heart of hearts is the Vastness, the Mystery, the Breathe, the Light, the Love of All, the All That Is. An Eternal Stillness of vibrant energy & power. My Beloved. While my mortal body holds the Spirit I was gifted, may my little light shine brightly, beckoning all to the Beloved. When I return later, may the love I shared here remain & continue to grow & to re-seed more love. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
27/02/11
Passionate kisses, embraceable lust, tender emotions, big bag of fairy dust; playfully flirting or romping with glee; freely laugh if you're coming with me. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Passionate kisses, embraceable lust, tender emotions, big bag of fairy dust; playfully flirting or romping with glee; freely laugh if you're coming with me. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
19/03/11
Moonlight sparkles in your eyes; white brilliance shines on your hair; perigee of the biggest love glows on your face; so take me in your arms moonlit lover. Let's soar beyond time & space among the stars. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Moonlight sparkles in your eyes; white brilliance shines on your hair; perigee of the biggest love glows on your face; so take me in your arms moonlit lover. Let's soar beyond time & space among the stars. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
28/03/11
You ask "why do you love me?" How do you explain love? It just IS. Try telling the deaf of music or the blind of colors. It will be easier, esp. if the love is Love. But, oh! What a glorious kaleidescope of fireworks, of ordinary things, & of everything in between & beyond I can share with you to help you know love. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
You ask "why do you love me?" How do you explain love? It just IS. Try telling the deaf of music or the blind of colors. It will be easier, esp. if the love is Love. But, oh! What a glorious kaleidescope of fireworks, of ordinary things, & of everything in between & beyond I can share with you to help you know love. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
11/04/11
A coolness on the night air, I shiver. Hold me. Needing that warmth only you have. I shiver. Stars sparkle eyes. A quivering smile. Anticipating, longing, I shiver. Hold me forever, my starshine. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
A coolness on the night air, I shiver. Hold me. Needing that warmth only you have. I shiver. Stars sparkle eyes. A quivering smile. Anticipating, longing, I shiver. Hold me forever, my starshine. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
13/04/11
Kiss me with a million kisses that never stop. Hold me forever in your eyes. Let me know the joy of your lover's embrace. Please never let me go. Breathless trembling. Kiss me, my love. Kiss me forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Kiss me with a million kisses that never stop. Hold me forever in your eyes. Let me know the joy of your lover's embrace. Please never let me go. Breathless trembling. Kiss me, my love. Kiss me forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/04/11
Fly away with me, & let the wind buoy us up on nothing but love. Fly away with me, & let the whole universe watch with sighs. Fly away with me, & know the shining light only love can bring. Fly away with me forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Fly away with me, & let the wind buoy us up on nothing but love. Fly away with me, & let the whole universe watch with sighs. Fly away with me, & know the shining light only love can bring. Fly away with me forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/04/11
Enfolded in my softness, lie here and rest, my beloved. Let nothing trouble you now. Just rest while I watch over your wonders tonight. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Enfolded in my softness, lie here and rest, my beloved. Let nothing trouble you now. Just rest while I watch over your wonders tonight. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
18/04/11
Without you the sky has no sun, the birds have no feathers, the trees have no roots. Without you water is not wet, fire is not hot, earth has no soil. Without you my heart is barren, bereft, forlorn. So I write you on my heart, sing you on my soul, dance you in my spirit. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Without you the sky has no sun, the birds have no feathers, the trees have no roots. Without you water is not wet, fire is not hot, earth has no soil. Without you my heart is barren, bereft, forlorn. So I write you on my heart, sing you on my soul, dance you in my spirit. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
19/04/11
You heard me. Not just my voice. You heard ME. And suddenly, I was peaceful. Nothing else had changed, but everything had changed. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
You heard me. Not just my voice. You heard ME. And suddenly, I was peaceful. Nothing else had changed, but everything had changed. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
10/05/11
I was born for you & you for me. We need each other. Sharing together to meet our needs, our goals, our dreams... Together we can. We must. We are all in this together. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
I was born for you & you for me. We need each other. Sharing together to meet our needs, our goals, our dreams... Together we can. We must. We are all in this together. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
30/05/11
Deep thirst for that sweet, salty taste forever, longing to savor each kiss fully, wishing for the endless night of love just as the barest beginnings of showing my love for you, you are etched permanently in my heart. Love begins and ends with you, my beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Deep thirst for that sweet, salty taste forever, longing to savor each kiss fully, wishing for the endless night of love just as the barest beginnings of showing my love for you, you are etched permanently in my heart. Love begins and ends with you, my beloved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
30/05/11
Soft as a rabbit's tail, playful as a pair of kittens, untamed as the howling wind, so are but few of the many moods of my love as ever-flowing as a strong deep river to the sea. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Soft as a rabbit's tail, playful as a pair of kittens, untamed as the howling wind, so are but few of the many moods of my love as ever-flowing as a strong deep river to the sea. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
30/05/11
Morning comes with a rush of noise as birds sing to welcome the dawn, a new time to grow, to explore, to learn, to think, to laugh, to play, to live, to love... come, my beloved. Let us celebrate the dawn. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Morning comes with a rush of noise as birds sing to welcome the dawn, a new time to grow, to explore, to learn, to think, to laugh, to play, to live, to love... come, my beloved. Let us celebrate the dawn. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
01/06/11
Come into my embrace, my beloved. Let me show you the joys of heaven come to earth, embodied in this very soft, warm woman flesh- perfect in its imperfection, contoured to cradle love forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Come into my embrace, my beloved. Let me show you the joys of heaven come to earth, embodied in this very soft, warm woman flesh- perfect in its imperfection, contoured to cradle love forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
03/06/11
Tonight the chilled but still warm breeze brushes through my hair as I look out into the darkness, longing, yearning, searching for you, my beloved, with a thirst so deep to be eternal. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Tonight the chilled but still warm breeze brushes through my hair as I look out into the darkness, longing, yearning, searching for you, my beloved, with a thirst so deep to be eternal. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
07/06/11
Playfully, gleefully tumbling into joy, a frollicking, romping good time, all of the pleasures and then some besides, oh beloved, let's make love sublime. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Playfully, gleefully tumbling into joy, a frollicking, romping good time, all of the pleasures and then some besides, oh beloved, let's make love sublime. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
© 2010, 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Memories of Our Belagan Wedding
Memories of Our Belagan Wedding
A net of beads, trade seeds lore,
Some wood made cloth, rice wine pours,
Banana leaf plates, bamboo bowls,
Memories linger 'round the longhouse poles.
Up the Rajang, that perilous river,
Our express boat loudly whirls,
The rapid waters through jungle cut,
Deep and dark it churls...
Longhouse people seem to stand midstream
On what, we cannot see...
Or jump aboard from a longboat's tip...
They seem to beckon me.
Some sequins, feather, beads, and mat
Covered with cloth, so colorful that
It dances at night, when the farming's done
And the longhouse meal and talk's begun.
Sit on the gong, pass food and drink,
Along with money, beads, and brass--
A parang, a shield, a hat, a dance
Will make the wedding evening pass.
The mosquito's song, a lullaby,
The moon and stars a lamp...
Sit or sleep there on the floor...
The whole family around encamped.Ó Copyright 2002, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Notes for understanding:
*Belaga-- home to my husband, found in the interior of Sarawak, Malaysia
(on the western side of Borneo)
*longhouse--a type of linked house on stilts in Sarawak
*Rajang--river in Sarawak
*parang--the long knife...heavier than a machete
A net of beads, trade seeds lore,
Some wood made cloth, rice wine pours,
Banana leaf plates, bamboo bowls,
Memories linger 'round the longhouse poles.
Up the Rajang, that perilous river,
Our express boat loudly whirls,
The rapid waters through jungle cut,
Deep and dark it churls...
Longhouse people seem to stand midstream
On what, we cannot see...
Or jump aboard from a longboat's tip...
They seem to beckon me.
Some sequins, feather, beads, and mat
Covered with cloth, so colorful that
It dances at night, when the farming's done
And the longhouse meal and talk's begun.
Sit on the gong, pass food and drink,
Along with money, beads, and brass--
A parang, a shield, a hat, a dance
Will make the wedding evening pass.
The mosquito's song, a lullaby,
The moon and stars a lamp...
Sit or sleep there on the floor...
The whole family around encamped.Ó Copyright 2002, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Notes for understanding:
*Belaga-- home to my husband, found in the interior of Sarawak, Malaysia
(on the western side of Borneo)
*longhouse--a type of linked house on stilts in Sarawak
*Rajang--river in Sarawak
*parang--the long knife...heavier than a machete
If I Could Wrinkle Time
If I Could Wrinkle Time
If I could wrinkle time,
And step between this space to you,
Where you could know as well as see
Then that is what I'd do.
I'd walk upon the winds of change
And dance upon starlight,
To let you feel the love for you
Doesn't fade with the moonlight.
Yet to you I bring this word
Upon the wings of fae
That you may know by my presence here,
That love has come to stay.
Ó Copyright 2002, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
If I could wrinkle time,
And step between this space to you,
Where you could know as well as see
Then that is what I'd do.
I'd walk upon the winds of change
And dance upon starlight,
To let you feel the love for you
Doesn't fade with the moonlight.
Yet to you I bring this word
Upon the wings of fae
That you may know by my presence here,
That love has come to stay.
Ó Copyright 2002, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Comfort My Love
Comfort My Love
A cold northwind pierced my heart today
As the face of my love in anguish beckoned to my soul…
Snow and ice can never freeze out
The warmth and fire I send to my love
As grief stalks between worlds
Of living and beyond…
So, speedily, dear wind, take my gift
Of heart to my love
That he may be comforted now and always.
(C) 11 January 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
A cold northwind pierced my heart today
As the face of my love in anguish beckoned to my soul…
Snow and ice can never freeze out
The warmth and fire I send to my love
As grief stalks between worlds
Of living and beyond…
So, speedily, dear wind, take my gift
Of heart to my love
That he may be comforted now and always.
(C) 11 January 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Do You Know?
Do You Know?
Do you know how much I want to shower you with all the love and passion that has been locked in me my whole life?
Do you know how much I want to soak you all through you with joyful sharing of all the fun things I can think of?
Do you know how much I want to see your eyes sparkle with the knowing that you are adored just because you are you?
Do you know how much I long to hear your most playful laugh, your deepest heart-felt cry, and your most urgent passion?
Do you know how much I yearn to touch your skin, to run my finger through your hair, to hold you within me forever?
Do you know?
(C) 13 May 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
If Only I Were Able
If Only I Were Able
If only I were able ... I'd love to grab you & go dancing in the rain, splashing in the puddles, laughing & giggling... wiggling toes in the mud... just happy to be alive & untamed.
If only I were able... I'd love to grab you & do wading through a creek, watching the little tadpoles about to become frogs, following dragonflies with our eyes, and splashing you while giggling.
If only I were able... I'd love to take you to the top of a tall hill during a storm and watch the storm from a sheltered but still open place... feeling the wind and the rain spray us... as I hold you to watch.
If only I were able... I'd roll you on the ground in a field of sweet clover... in the daytime and in the nighttime... happy to see sun or moon... just happy to be together.
If only I were able... I'd love you so much you'd be able to swim forever in my love and never want to stop swimming again.
If only I were able.... so I made myself able in the only way I can... with my words, my heart, my soul, and my love.
(C) 28 April 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
If only I were able... I'd love to grab you & do wading through a creek, watching the little tadpoles about to become frogs, following dragonflies with our eyes, and splashing you while giggling.
If only I were able... I'd love to take you to the top of a tall hill during a storm and watch the storm from a sheltered but still open place... feeling the wind and the rain spray us... as I hold you to watch.
If only I were able... I'd roll you on the ground in a field of sweet clover... in the daytime and in the nighttime... happy to see sun or moon... just happy to be together.
If only I were able... I'd love you so much you'd be able to swim forever in my love and never want to stop swimming again.
If only I were able.... so I made myself able in the only way I can... with my words, my heart, my soul, and my love.
(C) 28 April 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Touch upon Touch
Touch upon Touch
Opening joyfully to my lover
With tender compassion,
Sensuous depths explore
The most intense passion.
Soulish friendship, burning desire,
Understanding births inspiration;
Touch upon touch, a taste and a smell,
Life in bodily sensation…
A spiritual meeting, so earthy, so rare,
Cherishing gifted treasures,
With intellectual commingling…
Metaphysical pleasures.
(C) 2 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Your Eyes Dance
Your Eyes Dance
Everytime I see you after we’ve been apart—
No matter how short the interval—
I feel that electric pulsing tingle and surge
Swell from my womanly core
As emotions ball in my throat,
Tears well my eyes.
Your eyes dance with sparkling light
As they search out mine
With that flirty, naughty,
Yet deep-springing joyous love
That we share.
And we know
We can take our time or passionately rush,
But our desire is still the same:
To celebrate our oneness
As thoroughly as we cherish each other.
But right now,
Let us continue to stoke the fire
That shines through our eyes,
Reflecting that knowing smile
Of our spirits, our souls, our bodies—
That knows you’re mine,
And I am yours.
(C)23 November 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Everytime I see you after we’ve been apart—
No matter how short the interval—
I feel that electric pulsing tingle and surge
Swell from my womanly core
As emotions ball in my throat,
Tears well my eyes.
Your eyes dance with sparkling light
As they search out mine
With that flirty, naughty,
Yet deep-springing joyous love
That we share.
And we know
We can take our time or passionately rush,
But our desire is still the same:
To celebrate our oneness
As thoroughly as we cherish each other.
But right now,
Let us continue to stoke the fire
That shines through our eyes,
Reflecting that knowing smile
Of our spirits, our souls, our bodies—
That knows you’re mine,
And I am yours.
(C)23 November 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Teach Me the Ways of Love’s Desires
Teach Me the Ways of Love’s Desires
I smile as I watch you,
Knowing the man you are
And the way you make me feel
As our eyes meet from afar.
I see in every move you make
The myriad pleasures you have
In your arms. The touch of your hand
Is to my heart a healing salve.
Your eyes dazzle me
With a cheeky kind of flirty play
And a look that beckons me to
Romp with you and do as we may.
Your smile warms my heart
And puts an electric spark
To the kindling center of me
Begging our love embark,
Oh, again, sweet lover!
Again let me feel your embrace.
Let me wrap you in my arms
And see the love in your face.
Gently and slowly show me
Your mastery of building my fire.
Take me in your arms
And teach me the ways of love’s desires.
(C) 22 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
I smile as I watch you,
Knowing the man you are
And the way you make me feel
As our eyes meet from afar.
I see in every move you make
The myriad pleasures you have
In your arms. The touch of your hand
Is to my heart a healing salve.
Your eyes dazzle me
With a cheeky kind of flirty play
And a look that beckons me to
Romp with you and do as we may.
Your smile warms my heart
And puts an electric spark
To the kindling center of me
Begging our love embark,
Oh, again, sweet lover!
Again let me feel your embrace.
Let me wrap you in my arms
And see the love in your face.
Gently and slowly show me
Your mastery of building my fire.
Take me in your arms
And teach me the ways of love’s desires.
(C) 22 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
My Beltane Invocation
My Beltane Invocation
Under the full Beltane moon,
With the inner fire burning brightly
In the mid-spring night,
Will I take you beneath the stars to dance among the trees
And to sing with deep throaty moans and laughs
As heartbeat to heartbeat,
The ancient fertility rhythms compel us
To keep the sacred tryst that feeds Earth
And honors all our relations in the web of life,
Giving sexual energy as fertile life blood,
Commending awakening and growth,
Urging the ripening of love,
Expressed in the joyful embrace.
Come, follow me, my love,
To the hills, to the forests, to the newly plowed field, the river;
Come, my love, to the meadow, to the creek, the ocean,
And let us pay homage to the bringing together
And to the bringing apart,
For all ways are valid in the expression of love
On this night of lusty, frothy sacred weaving
Love as ribbons around your pole.
Come.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Under the full Beltane moon,
With the inner fire burning brightly
In the mid-spring night,
Will I take you beneath the stars to dance among the trees
And to sing with deep throaty moans and laughs
As heartbeat to heartbeat,
The ancient fertility rhythms compel us
To keep the sacred tryst that feeds Earth
And honors all our relations in the web of life,
Giving sexual energy as fertile life blood,
Commending awakening and growth,
Urging the ripening of love,
Expressed in the joyful embrace.
Come, follow me, my love,
To the hills, to the forests, to the newly plowed field, the river;
Come, my love, to the meadow, to the creek, the ocean,
And let us pay homage to the bringing together
And to the bringing apart,
For all ways are valid in the expression of love
On this night of lusty, frothy sacred weaving
Love as ribbons around your pole.
Come.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
My Lover’s Face
My Lover’s Face
Your smile hides the mischief-making Puck
Promising Dionysian revelry,
Dancing beneath the canopy of sheltering trees…
Your eyes beckon Daphne’s nymphs
To sing and drum their ecstasy
Of Bacchanalian rites.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Your smile hides the mischief-making Puck
Promising Dionysian revelry,
Dancing beneath the canopy of sheltering trees…
Your eyes beckon Daphne’s nymphs
To sing and drum their ecstasy
Of Bacchanalian rites.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Universal Intercourse
Universal Intercourse
Sexual attraction/repulsion, the ebb/flow of tides…
The lunatic moon projects a moan
To pull and release our juices so
Each cell is not alone.
Each molecule, each atom copulates
In patterns of brilliant lust
Of conjugal bliss and explosiveness,
Of ejaculatory must.
In and out and back and forth,
Around and around we go,
The whole universe it seems,
Is in the biblical know.
Is he positive?or is she negative?
Is it dirty? No, it’s fun!!!
This bio-chemical-neuro-electrical magnet
Of energetic pun.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Sexual attraction/repulsion, the ebb/flow of tides…
The lunatic moon projects a moan
To pull and release our juices so
Each cell is not alone.
Each molecule, each atom copulates
In patterns of brilliant lust
Of conjugal bliss and explosiveness,
Of ejaculatory must.
In and out and back and forth,
Around and around we go,
The whole universe it seems,
Is in the biblical know.
Is he positive?or is she negative?
Is it dirty? No, it’s fun!!!
This bio-chemical-neuro-electrical magnet
Of energetic pun.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Buried Treasures
Buried Treasures
Come into my embrace, my love,
And let me begin to reveal my treasures
That my enemies thought were all destroyed or stolen,
But what they didn’t know then,
And they’ll not learn now,
Is that my treasures were buried
Deep inside me—
Kept safe until the right time
When the correct combination
Would begin to unlock the riches
Long ago buried
Deep in my heart
And spirit.
A great mystery—
The amazing ability
To disappear into myself
In a way that even I
Could not unlock
Until the right time.
But now,
Come, my love,
Take my hand and go on this adventure
Of great discovery with me.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Come into my embrace, my love,
And let me begin to reveal my treasures
That my enemies thought were all destroyed or stolen,
But what they didn’t know then,
And they’ll not learn now,
Is that my treasures were buried
Deep inside me—
Kept safe until the right time
When the correct combination
Would begin to unlock the riches
Long ago buried
Deep in my heart
And spirit.
A great mystery—
The amazing ability
To disappear into myself
In a way that even I
Could not unlock
Until the right time.
But now,
Come, my love,
Take my hand and go on this adventure
Of great discovery with me.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
I Do
I Do
Having been buffeted by storms for so long,
It’s hard to appreciate the calm
Which comes intermittently now,
But I do.
Having lived in the whirlwind,
It is hard to reap the full benefit
Of seeds sown in peace,
But I do.
Having no place to run to and be safe,
It is hard to run into the arms of god
And feel safe there,
But I do.
Having been hurt and betrayed so much by so many.
It is hard to risk trusting you
And reaching out to you,
But I do.
Having known sorrow and suffering of heart and soul,
It is hard to find deep joy
And hope at every turn,
But I do.
Having had no one to love me properly in life,
It is hard to be loved by you
Or even to love you,
But I do.
I really do.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Having been buffeted by storms for so long,
It’s hard to appreciate the calm
Which comes intermittently now,
But I do.
Having lived in the whirlwind,
It is hard to reap the full benefit
Of seeds sown in peace,
But I do.
Having no place to run to and be safe,
It is hard to run into the arms of god
And feel safe there,
But I do.
Having been hurt and betrayed so much by so many.
It is hard to risk trusting you
And reaching out to you,
But I do.
Having known sorrow and suffering of heart and soul,
It is hard to find deep joy
And hope at every turn,
But I do.
Having had no one to love me properly in life,
It is hard to be loved by you
Or even to love you,
But I do.
I really do.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
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