Aug 8, 2014

family is my love.


People are like memories; they fade in and out of our lives. They brush past us without a word, and all that they leave behind is distant image, like a footprint on the sand. But then you get the kind of people that stick to you like glue. They make you laugh, cry, smile and sometimes they even help you to live life to it's fullest. These people are precious, and you will only ever meet a few of them in your lifetime. Savor them.

For me, these kind of people are my family. The crazy, determined, and beautiful people that I have shared a home with for seventeen years. Various ages, and stages, yet we complete each other. Seriously, just look at us! We are one dang hot family!

My love is my family. The memories that we have made and are still to make together will never fade. My love = my treasure.

B r i o n y


































Jul 15, 2014

blues iv



i. each phase of thought and every season of life must come to an end. Sometimes these endings come softly, while others end abruptly and without warning. I'm experiences one of those abrupt, 'door-slammed-in-your-face' endings.

ii. when i was little, i would often dream of 'growing up'. Doesn't every child? We dream of independence, complete happiness, a car of our own, and the ability to go to McDonalds for breakfast every morning! However, this fairy tale story that we spin as children quickly receives a reality check. McDonald's becomes cheap and unfashionable. Cars are really expensive. Independence is kind of scary, and 'complete happiness'...well, that's a choice.

iii. i'm really going to miss the 'july holiday productions'. I've been a part of them for four years now. I've made so many life-long friends and learnt so much; it hurts that i have to leave.

iv. the tears were real that night. A soon as the giant, red curtain touched the black, dusty stage...i couldn't hold them in any longer. Goodbye audience! Hello hot, salty waterfall! However, it was a relief to cry. To let go of all that raw emotion that I had been hiding for two weeks. It was a bittersweet experience.

v. With every ending there comes a new beginning. Maybe i'll try something new? Maybe i'll get my hair cut short, or start my own business? Maybe i'll travel the world or simply ride my bike everywhere that i can? The possibilities are endless! So here is to fresh starts and new beginnings; may they each be unique, amazing, and totally beautiful!

B r i o n y

Jul 14, 2014

hello, from Briony



It's amazing how seasons in life come and go as they please. They begin all at once without warning, and then before you can even grasp them, they're gone. Over the past four months I have been out experiencing life and enjoying each season as they float past. I'll admit I've been a bit lazy and that I have neglected this tiny space...but hey, you only live once.

Life's beautiful and sometimes transparent seasons are like the kind of people that you only ever meet once, but their outgoing spirit and fantastic smile remains with you like a distant memory; brief and beautiful.

So here is to life's seasons no matter how obscure and fleeting they may be.

B r i o n y




Mar 6, 2014

caught up.



 My room is cluttered with dirty dishes, books, and scribbled paper. My thoughts are even more cluttered. Writing becomes difficult without the proper inspiration and I feel as if I am clutching frantically at creativity without any avail. I look towards the unsullied mountains and the cracked earth for motivation. The wind stirs up my soul and the first cool scent of autumn hangs on the breeze like a kite. But still nothing. I am too caught up in life. My tangled thoughts aren't allowing the inspiration to flow.

However, being caught up in life isn't all that bad. I can look into the shining face of my little sister and find peace. I can laugh from the pit of my belly at my brother's jokes and find comfort. I can seek new horizons by opening up a history book and I can regenerate with nothing but the quiet country land stretched out before me.  Motivation and inspiration will come soon enough. In the mean time, while I am waiting for the fog to clear, I will relish these moments of being 'caught up' in my blessed, beautiful life.

B r i o n y

Feb 21, 2014

reflections.


Today is the day for saying yes to that extra slice of cake. For blowing the steam from your coffee till it's mists lingers on the window. For smelling the rain on the concrete. For wearing that dress. For reading musty books with dog-eared pages. For talking till your tongue aches. For smiling till your cheeks split. For ignoring the reflections in the mirror. For seeing the beauty that lies behind the glass. For sitting. For standing. For licking the foam from your coffee cup. For pretending not to notice the peanut butter stained on your shirt. For getting earth under your nails and sun on your skin. For living. For breathing. For regenerating.

For being alive.

   B r i o n y