misc. quotes

Foggy, chilly, spring-y day inspires the various birds to call out their mating songs as winter hides somewhere in the whited depths of the forest. A crow caws. A hawk flies for safety. Snow only dots the mountain now. But, it should still be winter. Perhaps this is only a thaw. Life goes on on the mountain. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The weather is bouncing around many choices lately from foggy & drizzlily to snowy & cold to overcast & chilly. My old bones protest, but my heart loves the view of the changes & the smell of the crisp air. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The sun breaks through the clouds. The crows caw. Silence still fills the chilly mountain air on a spring day that should still be in winter. The day is good for breathing deeply & smiling contently, love flowing through my peaceful heart. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Doing my toes, feet, & legs exercises to magical violin-orchestral music, pretending to be that fairy imp who likes to post on my behalf sometimes... flying with my mind, dancing with my heart, soaring on my magic carpet of my fancy. Come dance with me! What adventures we'll have together. Wheeee! *hug* ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Life sparked me with a hope unquenchable. Love whispered strength to carry onward despite all. My heart believed & demanded everything of me. So, here I am living, loving, believing, & dancing no matter what has come before & despite all that will come ahead. I dance the joy of my soul & sing out my story. It's a love story, you know. Dance with me? ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Who will tell my story if I don't live it? Who will hear if I don't speak. Who will know my secrets if I don't share them? Who would even want a peek? And yet my life is my story's telling. My words are merely echoed, refrained. The sparkle of joy I can give you is the spark of love unrestrained. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

You touched me deeply although you didn't know it. Your words & your intent came to my dying heart to give me hope & strength to look up again & to continue on living despite all. Your heart will forever in mine be kept. Nothing I can say or do would be adequate to tell you I love you, so I will live my love for you forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Today is my day, so I send love, hugs, kisses, blessings, peace, & joy to everyone. Enjoy your day & coming year. May we always love & be loved in return. May we always dance no matter what. *hug* ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Cold, rainy, overcast day gently soothes me into a contemplative quietness that feels like floating in air or water. Maybe it is how dolphins dream of flying or birds of swimming. Listening to the drizzling patterns & smelling the damp chill, my heart sings wordlessly of joys heard only in solemn silence. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Each season has its beauties & challenges, but I was not as aware of the seasonal changes as I am now. My body keeps telling me very loudly when anything changes. ouch! lol ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

It's the middle of March, but it feels like early summer instead of the end of winter. The sun is shining brightly. The cat is lounging in the sunny window daring me to put my laptop back on "his" shelf. The dog is guarding me from kamikazi flying insects. oh joy, rapture! ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

It was a perfectly good tongue, had done nothing wrong... had, in fact, minded its own business just working away in my mouth as I ate my toast. But, I still had to go & bite it. I tried to tell myself this was not going to be fun, but did I listen? NoooOOooOoo. So now my perfectly good tongue is in the tongue recovery room not doing much except hurting & trying to remind me not to do too much with it for a bit. Ouch. Bad pun too. Oh dear. lol ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Laying you down in warm caresses of tender looks, smiles, & kisses, I see your body relax, knowing the fullness of love sends you to sleep as much as watches you through the night. Sleep, my darling. Let nothing trouble you now. Only sleep. Tomorrow is enough for those racing thoughts. Peace be on you & in you now. Only that peace that comes from knowing love. Sleep, my dearest. Sleep. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The chilled fog lingers among the trees just above the mountain. A nip in the air calls me as sobs so deep to be primordial call back when inhaling. No tears. Just a numbed stillness. Peaceful but watchful. Too fey to go or stay. Perhaps the mists themselves are home - that land between. Mystery. Illusion. Alone. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The mists beckon. A fairy waltz just beyond hearing beckons. A longing too deep to name, a movement too instictual to be tamed. My heart waits. My mind says nothing, just watches attentively. The time is not yet. But soon. Soon. The scouts, the watches are always alone, listening, alert, waiting. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw  

Deep calls to deep. Blood calls to blood. Knowing, hearing on many levels always. Mists shroud the forest, my heart. Chilled, bracing, calling, beloved, longing. The Unknown Known. Home yet estranged but not a stranger. Go and stay or stay and go? The calling. Awaiting the calling. But from whom? ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Blushing but smiling, she dances the story of Life, of Love to the tabla's beat... her feet, the silver bells tinkle, the bangles on her wrists twinkle like fairy chimes. Her sari, her veil hide as much as reveal the unseen but present, felt ... the song of the river of love & life of which the music tells. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Kebaya covered with embroideries, sarong swishing as she moves carrying a tray of kueh & copi-o, the orang ulu woman has a welcoming smile that hides herself more than any veil could. She is shy, watchful, but friendly. She offers the food again as is custom.. even offers her home for sleep should it be needed. We all smile, slowly we begin talking then laughing. Friends. Family. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Ah the smell of pollen is in the air, the buzz of blood-sucking insects sing out boldly, & all kinds of creepy crawlies are mating & reproducing just as nature intended - by the ga-billions. Spring! ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Darkness hovers. Wind thru the restless forest, a sound, a roar in the stillness... imagined? The guts spill out in pain of silent anguish. Tears that never flowed, frozen into sweetness of oleanders, a poison that seeps... despair? Color drained into paleness, a ghostly glow under a hidden moon creeping nearer, strangely welcome, wanted... endless sleep? Gone but remains... forever. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Untamed but broken wild heart observes, watches, waits. Distance, space, seen & observed, observing. Slowly. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Curiosity grows. Slowly wants more. Easily frightened away or will fight if threatened. Wild hearts born to soar on the wind, rejected & die lonely if hunted down in haste. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Daffodils smile while tulips play and crocus & snowdrop dance. Jonquils sway while lilies romp and shamrocks & mayapples swing. Riotous colors & perfuming winds, the lively loveliness of spring. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Running as fast as feet can run, muscles burning, aching, heart breaking, suffocating, trying to catch up. I thought I was loved. I thought I belonged. Surely it was just a mistake to leave me. I don't know how to live on my own out in this wild world. Others try to run me down to hit or kill me. Why was I left? Alone. Left to die. Why? ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

If ever you hear a southern woman (USA) say "oh hell no," say your full name, smile, & become very sweetly polite - I will miss you. I also hope your will is finished & your life insurance paid up. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Every fiber of my being, stretching beyond known endurance, strain unbearable, thinking surely the breaking point is well past & yet another breath, another determined gritting, & onward I go. Ever onward. I can do this. I will do this. Just keep going, or rest a bit then continue. Onward. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

As long as there is life, there is hope. Some of the most deeply wounded among us carry that light of hope within them shining brightly even though they themselves may not be aware of their own shining. So, we continue onward, never giving up. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Hot & humid so early in the season seems to be foreboding of scorchers to come. I hope not because I hate competing with mother nature to see who's the hottest gal in town. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The hot, humid, sunny day with the cat basking in the opened window transforms into the hot, humid, bright moonshining night with the cat soaking in the moon beams. Sleeping in so many positions but always knowing he is the king of his window, the cat still pays attention to his human playing on the laptop nearby, listening to soothing music. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

In the chill of the rainy spring morning appearing between bouts of heat & humidity, I contemplate my growing charts, graphs, & my snippets of writings, pieces of my heart, my life. I know I am more than just what the numbers say. More than mere words could ever convey. Could even all the world's words contain & capture a human soul whole? No. Free. My heart will fly free even though my body lies captured, imprisoned for a season in my bed. There is no shackles that can hold a spirit's shine this side of death, & even death cannot extinguish love. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Cold rain sprayed in onto my sleeping face, waking me to a chill that meant easier breathing & more painful joints. Low pressure systems do that, & this one had been lingering for a few days. Breathing is my addiction, so the chill despite agony is accepted with a crooked smile & a heart longing to be fully grateful. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Open hand, open heart, & open mind are my way of holding friends' hearts, of allowing who/what is in my life to be exactly who/what he/she is, enjoying what is instead of trying to force what isn't, & even allowing free movement in & out of my life as needed. Of course, allowing anyone loved to leave hurts. Grief is real. But, I have found the grief of force or of pretend to be even harder to bear. The joy of seeing a return is worth every tear. May the best of hearts return many times into my life. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Silences in conversations are welcome little rests in the music of sharing hearts. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

The sun shines diffusely through the cloudy sky as phlox scents the forest's edge. The cat sleeps lazily in the cool spring air in the window. The dog listens to the various small forest creatures & birds, thinking fun times are to be had outside on the mountain. Me? I am enjoying the thoughts for further writing, listening to my normal wide variety of music & lovely offerings of friends online. Ah, sweet contentment, feeling loved. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

It's those why questions that seem to get to me fastest because they seem so important albeit usually unanswerable & more like a spinning of wheels in the mud. A waste of time? Not exactly. But not always as productive or as efficient a use of time as I'd like. And still I ask why. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Quiet solitude with loved ones, human & non-human, nearby is my nature. My soul must listen to the wind, talk to the trees, sing with the water, & slide on playful sunbeams. I must hear the whispers of the clouds, the song of the groundhog, & the gleeful shouts of the chipmunks. I will dance with the forest & make love to the creek. I will lie down on the mountain & contentedly sleep. Stars shine on me & keep my loved ones safe. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Fierce, fiesty, sad, knowing eyes, she looks piercingly through all before her as she lifts her scarved head, straightens her shoulders covered with the crocheted fringed embroidered shawl, & dances her broken, aging body to the pathos in life that knows no surrender, no defeat, no matter what. ~ Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw