Artober and Mod

Woke up this morning... needed to disappear.
Nothing personal people.

When I lived in Houston I would, every Saturday, go to a cafe, sit on the patio, drink some coffee or, dare I say, mimosa, and read. I loved my cafes. I loved my patios. I loved that time. I got to be real. I got to be alone (I didn't pay attention to the Westheimer crowd that had the same idea). I felt romantic. I felt inspired. I felt.

So this morning, I wanted to recreate those feelings. Needed some deep inspiration. Needed some regeneration.

So today I thought I would go to Galveston and connect on a deeper level... Let's be real... I needed some much needed Jesus time... some much needed refreshing time... some much needed inspiration time... and some much needed... um... disappearing time.

So here I am... on the corner of 22nd and Post Office... enjoying a freshly brewed iced coffee, on a glorious morning with an occasional breath of fresh wind, on a perfect patio table for 2... me and Jesus, that is.

And you'll NEVER believe what's going on around me...
give up yet?
Artober... Galveston's Fine Arts festival.

WHAT?!!

You see, art and I go way back. Years ago, it wouldn't have been abnormal to find me at the museum or in a gallery somewhere... definitely in my internet browser history you would find MoMA or something like it... ya. If you thought I was cool, you can stop now. I'm cool with it.

This feeds me. It feeds my soul. And this motivates me.
It teaches me how to be creative again... to just even be around creative people brings it out in me.

Thank You Jesus for knowing what I needed today... for always being here... and for continuing to surprise me at every corner.


And here's why I like a cafe like Mod so much. Community. 3 tables behind me to my left... a table of 5 men, probably in their 50s... probably here every Saturday. Talking about everything under the sun... solving the worlds problems. I'm sure of it. Right now they're talking about religion and politics. It's true... I didn't make that one up. I secretly want to go join their table. I'm watching Craig, who works here, water the flowers around me... and knowing every passer-by by name. Ken, the guy behind the counter, was so hopped up on caffeine already (by 8am) and wanted to tell me all about it. I told him to hook me up with the good stuff so I'd shake with him. (I think he did) And the dogs... so many dogs on this patio. Cheeto would love this place.

It feels good here. It feels like 'home' here. It's the Cheers of the morning. Everybody knows your name, and your drink, and your dog's name. And the art. Oh man... the art. I think my heaven will have an art festival in it... and iced coffee definitely.

What's your place? Where's the place that you go to disappear and regenerate?

Jesus, thank You for inspiration. Thank You for the feelings this morning. Thank You that I get to do this. Thank You for reminding me what it felt like... Thank You for the kiss on the the forehead this morning in the form of an art festival. Thank You for Mod and their ridiculously (and amazingly) strong coffee. Thank You for knowing me so perfectly to know that I needed this... and for knowing what it would do to me. Thanks for having coffee with me this morning... wasn't it good? And for everything... thank You for that. Thanks that I got to see the most beautiful mosaic inside this cafe and that I got to feel a deeper connection to my P through being here. You are so good to me and You take such good care of me... in ways that I don't even know I need.... You've got those too. Feeling grateful. Feeling refreshed. Feeling regenerated. Feeling closer to You. Thanks buddy.