Craving Ocean
I am craving ocean. Like bad.
I would love a coffee on the bridge wing. I'd like a brisk breeze. I'd like an unobstructed horizon.
I'm jonesing.
Mettle Mission :: Day Forty Four
Until I get a job there will be a daily Mettle Maker - we're on a mission - a mission to get a job and maintain mettle - so we'll call it the Mettle Mission.
Happy Girls Day!
March 3rd is Girls Day or Hinamatsuri in Japan.
In Hawaii (and duh, Japan) little girls are bringing pink mochi to share with their classroom. They have their dolls out on display in their houses (I mean, I'm a white girl and I had some...which means Japanese girls have lots, maybe even their Granmas and Moms are on display), and there are bouquets of Cherry Blossoms (sakura) around on display.
Today my Hawaii Girlfriends all messaged me Happy Girls Day and it was such a sweet reminder of a favorite day during my childhood.
I couldn't end the day without wishing you cherry blossoms and pink mochi!
Happy Girls Day!
19th Street, Houston
Houston is a tough nut to crack. It's big - It's spread out - It's much different than your average city. The trick with Houston is that you need to find things however; when you find things you really hit the lotto.
I live quite close to the Heights Neighborhood. 19th Street is one of the first of my Houston 'finds'. I could come here, park my car, grab a coffee, and look at some cute shops all in one spot. (That's not necessarily a norm in Houston.)
On Saturday I had a splitting headache because I was out of coffee so I tore out of the house in a desperate dash for some java. 19th Street was happening.
On the first Saturday of every month they have a market style craft fair set up. Local shops host sidewalk sales. Pair this with a gorgeously sunny March day and Houston isn't so bad.
The Rodeo is here. Which means girls (and guys) are sporting just about the cutest cowboy boots ever. Shops have boots on display. You get the idea. It's Rodeo Heaven in these parts.
19th Street is home to antiques and junk. My kind of place! This guy has a whole sidewalk full of treasures...and then there is a little gap between the 'goods' and you walk into an empty lot full of stuff. It's pretty amazing.
Obviously, the junk was a big deal for me; because I really like junk but, the food trucks and artisan booths were equally appealing. I could talk for days and days and days about Houston Food Trucks!
My favorite find of the day was Bonnie Blue Boots. Bonnie Blue hand pants Cowboy Boots and they're fabulous. I asked her if she had any with mermaids and she said, 'just message me! I'd love to paint some mermaids JUST for you!'. Which means you should check her out! She does other cool things too - painted reclaimed metals, caricatures, rock pets - you name it.
So the next time you're in Houston check out 19th Street especially if it's the First Saturday of the month!
Mettle Mission :: Day Forty Three
There is no truer statement.
Until I get a job there will be a daily Mettle Maker - we're on a mission - a mission to get a job and maintain mettle - so we'll call it the Mettle Mission.
Soulful Sunday / One
I'm grateful. I'm grateful for a lot of things. One thing I'm especially grateful for are the little tidbits of goodness that the universe sends my way. Sometimes they're poems. Sometimes they're photographs. Sometimes they're letters written by others for others. When I stumble across them they become mini devotionals. They provide a tiny bit of quiet in this busy, chaotic and strangely electronic world.
I'm currently on a Mettle Mission (and yes I've been dragging you with me) - a time where I'm calling upon every once of positivity I can muster as I hunt for whatever is next in store for me. Someday (gah, hopefully some day soon) the Mission will be over and I'd like something to take it's place.
On Sundays I plan on sharing a tiny bit of quiet. Welcome.
This week I'm sharing a poem that a friend sent my way a few weeks ago.
Good Timber
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
By Douglas Malloch