See ya.

I'd like it if you followed :) But only if you want.
Au revoir blogger. You have been nice.

5 years long

Heres to a Happy-lets-run-away-and-get-married-in-secret-in-scotland-and-then-spend-the-next-5-years-and-more-trying-to-work-out-what-the-heck-we-have-done-and-contemplate-whether-it-is-undoable-and-how-exactly-this-crazy-idea-they-call-marriage-works-Anniversary!

Its been long, its been hard, but we are still here. And he is still making me laugh.

This is for The Geek Boy behind the Ever So Slightly Tormented And Emo Crafty Girl, who balances out my crazy on a day to day basis.

(And for Cara - to prove my point about hollywood, scrapbooking, and the theme of love.)

the boy gets sneaky

don't hate me because i don't know how to do the robot.

grass and blue

1. Thistleage, 2. Love is sharing your socks., 3. IMG_0451MS, 4. Aww! Look what I spied!, 5. hello?, 6. summer, 7. My Journal LIVE up, 8. Skin as White as Snow, 9. The Girl with Striped Socks, 10. - Marimoon', 11. hacky sack park polaroid- self timer, 12. CJ BAIGNEUSE TOURNESOL

grass and shots of teal are making me happy right now.
i want to sit in long grass,
take photos of feet with friends,
wear ruffly white dresses and sit in vintage chairs,
sip green tea lemonades with special drummers,
paint paint paint
and make a mess.
maybe one day soon i will.

i didn't expect

to be so exhausted.

to have the most painful headaches.

to be anything other than relieved to have finished uni.

i expected to find this transition hard.

i just didn't expect my body to have taken is hard as it has.

so its resting up.

having early nights. eating good food.

trying not to have severely pounding headaches anymore.

if i can curb that, i can deal with the rest of it.

the overwhelming mess of nye not knowing anything about this house. or anything about what i will do next. i will deal with that, when i have dealt with my body.

the messy scamp that it is.

messy mess mess mess mess

Finally! Sneaky peeks of my three day class that starts Monday. You can purchase it here. There will be instructions to make the actual fabric journal, prompts to get you thinking, a few techniques - if thats what you call them, live chats with me, maybe some videos, and hopefully be inspired to be wild women who wield paintbrushes :)

The beauty with online, is you can come back to it at any time. So if you don't feel you have time this week, thats cool, if you don't feel you have time till next year, thats cool too!

she's finished

I do believe this is a v-blog. And it pees me off that youtube ends it on that shot! That is NOT the shot I ended it on!
&hearts

On the eve of freedom

This photo amuses me no end.

I'm sitting in starbucks, in Union Square, with some of my favorite girls, in New York City.

And I still manage to look moody, unimpressed, rude and bored. How do I do that? Tell me, how? Its a freakin' gift I tell you.

I have been having the worst headaches. I feel like they could almost be classed as migranes. I'm hoping they leave when tomorow is over. Namely tomorrow between 1 and 4pm. Amen.

I have a class. I am teaching this class. A very short, probably rather empty class. And I am rather nervous about it. I also have no photos for this class yet, because, well... I have been studying and a) havn't got any photos, and b) well - *whispers* I havn't officially out it together yet *Ahem* When I do have photos. I'm sure I will post them here, or...something.

This is too long.

its on

this is my out of office notice.

although im not really. i love emails. email me. i probably won't reply for 9 years, but still.

the tempest i'm coming to kick your butt.

2 months later, marked with a rather blasphemous post

and the heavens sung out, the trees swayed to the rhythm
of the hypnotic buzz and flutter of the bees
whilst the birds whistled in wonder of the
glorious silent
dangerous electromagnetic rays
enabling me to type this from my front room.

the girl has internet. oh yes she does.

artymess

The count is oooooon. 5 days to prepare for my very final exam. Bring it. (I just got the urge to watch Bring It On, aight.)
A little bit of mess making - rather, alot of mess making. This little art journal is fuelled by Miss. Kara's challenge blog, and by the struggle I'm having to settle in here.

It's new, and for this city girl is filled with deafening silence. I can't seem to settle, and the overwhelming knowledge that it is brand spanking new with no ties what-so-ever to Nye, is making the peace fly out the window and over the newly green forest covered hills.

I also think too much. And its damn annoying.

Issue #2 of Cooksey Unauthorised

She's free. From the word counts, bibliographies, footnotes, and spell checks. From four years worth of deadlines, classes, seminars, and timetables. With one exam remaining, in which she has to fulfill the tow-the-line politics of a fundamentally uncreative and uninspiring critical discourse. Rhian Cooksey Quinton now has the daunting task of the fast approaching job of becoming a 'real grown up'. But with the very final exam still in the near future, her focus will be May 21st. The day of true liberation and the beginning of the unknown is scheduled for June 24th, wherein she will officially be without plan or meaning.

Despite all this she has confirmed she will continue to spend her time making fairy houses, to go in fairy gardens, art journalling her lack of future focus and confusion, and sewing gnome babies. All potential job offers and suggestions can be made through Mr. Boris Sewowl, although he has been clear to point out she would prefer an offer in the world of magic*wishes. If only because it would enable her to wear her fairy wings to work.

Ms. Cooksey Quinton was last spotted sitting amongst a pile of larabars, wearing mismatching socks, little to no makeup, and sporting what one onlooker described as, "the biggest white girl fro he'd seen in a while." If history is anything to go by, we should see Ms. Cooksey up and at them within a few days.

May oh may

So. May day passed me by. May is a good month. Its a new season.

This is my May manifesto - write one down yourself, I dare you.

Revival

Has got to be in the quiet, the holy, the sacrifice.
It is in the whisper of God and in the repentance of people.
It is not in the signs and wonders, the uncontrollable physical manifestations, the "prophecies", the dubious 'healings', the over emotional music, the screaming down microphones.
Because somebody says "this is a world wide revival" - does not mean it is a world wide revival.

I am so sick of this. 5 years on, I am still sick when I come into contact with religious movements like this. I have sat through meetings like this, in churches that right now are claiming to have been 'imparted with the power' of this 'revival'. I am so sick of this weird celebrity culture certain churches and organisations have paid into. Which has led to one man being allowed to stand up on a stage.

And the lack of discernment, and the ability to question his teaching is what bothers me most. His claim that we can 'recieve character supernaturally' rather than develop it. His frequent ability to fall into a trance like state and recieve a vision. His claim that he visited a stadium in heaven in 1999. His continual claim that God has told him something new, every few minutes it would seem. The fact that he is part of the Elijah List. Bob Jones is his mentor. I could go on.

I am so desperate to see humility, and love, and discernment, and holiness amongst a people that are supposed to be following a suffering servant.

Lakeland Florida could most definitely be the birth place of a revival. Just as any other country could. Is what is happening there right now a revival? Dare I say it?
No.
In my opinion revival has to be a grassroots movement, it surely has to be in the personal realisation of individual people. Person after person, coming to a life changing decision, in their own minds, growing together and becoming a mass of people. The roots of revival has to always be repentance. It has to be a mass of people acting out love like love is supposed to be acted out. A mass of people changing their lives. In sacrifice, in quiet, in care, with integrity.
It has to be the church, acting as the church has been commissioned to act. With love, and grace, and challenge, and support, and forgiveness.

But all of this is irregardless and mere opinion on my part. The only question I need to ask myself is does this stand up to the word of God? This no longer becomes a question of the preachers integrity (although, yes, I do believe this is important too.) This is a question of the truth and validity of what is being claimed. I see not much other than hyped-up, emotional, excited people, hanging on the words of a human. Revival is a new way of doing things, of being renewed and revived. Of being changed. I see nothing new, just bigger and more elaborate than it was 5 years ago. With even more dependance on the supernatural and absolutely no teaching on sacrifice, death, and repentance.

Always I will pray, please, let me be a person of discernment.

**I have changed my mind continuously on whether to post this. But I know there is at least one friend who will appreciate it.

look whos here...

A quick moving Baxter. I'm babysitting for a couple of days. So far he has whined. Whined some more. Grumbled. Sat on each windowsill in the house. Unsuspectedly dressed up like an old washer women. And scampered around my fairy garden.

Monkey boy antics sure to come.