Friday, December 19, 2003

 

This sandstorm is abrasive.


Perhaps it will smooth some of those rough edges.

posted by Brianne 6:57 pm

 

look at them...

do they not need to search? are they content no to ask? or have they found peace within the search?

posted by Brianne 6:57 pm

 

The problem comes with trying to find a definition. The instant generation wants a clear cut answer and we want it now. We want a definition, we want a human concept that we can package..."look in the box, what do you see?" satisfied...No. that wasn't it...it didn't come close. take it away please...it can't encompass all that he is.

It comes with a list of contents and instructions. Simple, complex whatever you want make it fit. Why do you feel like you lost your grip? what are you holding onto? whose box is this now? Stop grasping, fall back...you are in his arms. Run off that cliff...and you are flying.

there he is, thats what you must believe thats what you must do...o no maybe not that box? this one instead? How about the one with the big pretty bow?

Please don't give me your boxes, i have enough of my own i am trying to get rid of.

spend a lifetime...........familiarising........learning.......swimming.........................

Do i know myself? est? lam? my family? yes and no.

everyday i have something to learn

and new mistakes to make.


I want to understand......

I want to learn how to understand and to be patient in learning............

hold on

posted by Brianne 6:53 pm

 

i have an interview...Jan 7th 2004. I really want the job - special needs classroom assistant. But if i get i will have to leave my friends and move in with my parents (eek!) and if i don't get it...

so maybe i will be moving back to surrey.

posted by Brianne 6:36 pm

 

hold on

posted by Brianne 6:34 pm

Sunday, December 14, 2003

 

hello...i am still here. I feel torn at the moment as to whether i should be staying in stoke or whether to return to my parents house. I was down in london last weekend and i had a wonderful time, i had forgotten how mucj i loved being near to london where there is always something to do. It doesn't really compare to stoke! Esther and i sat by the thames on the saturday morning eating bagels drinking coffee watching the tourists go on the eye, stare at the street performers and wander across the bridge to westminster. We travelled the tube to covent garden and portobello market and finished the evening watvhing les mis at the palace theatre. It was a really good day and i loved the buzz of london. So many different people, different accents and languages. I didn't want to come back. Then i find an advertisement for a teaching asst job in surrey working with children with learning disabilities. It sounds right up my street. Should i return to the south?? I don't know what to do. I didn't i would stay here for a least a year maybe two but for the right job i would move. Could i stand living with my parents again?!!! Do i want to leave my friends. The past three months have been good. Adventures to Bakewell (Milwaukee - have i spelt that right?!!), parties and cooking for twelve, bouncing on and almost breaking both esther and lammies beds (hee hee), dancing around the kitchen with est, huddling for warmth with Lam, I will miss the laughter the tears, the lammie-isms and esthers blondie-isms. I will miss living in the morgue whenever i do eventually leave and i will miss the rest of the triangle. However, I am sure that wherever we are whatever we do our triangle will continue to support us.

posted by Brianne 2:56 pm