A Momentary Break In The Silence


Ohhhh loves…I have missed you deeply and truly. I have no other explanation for my absence other than (as a good friend put it) I’ve been all up in my feelings. I’ve also been working part-time. For some reason though, I get overtime fatigue from that gig. Matter of fact I should be headed to bed now. Le Muse does not like the new schedule though. It interferes with our making-magic time. Oh well, such is life.

When I see all that’s been going on in the world as well as our blogging community, it feels selfish for me to go on about my problems. But ya know, everyone has their darkness and all our voices have their own song. I never intended to sugar coat life when I write to y’all. I’m not about to start now…

There are other words to be said. But they are still making their way through my heart and mind.

In the meantime, be safe, be well, be Glorious!

Love G


the featured image is a work in progress or perhaps complete in its incompleteness

And Just Like That She Was Gone

You know that nagging feeling you get when someone continuously crosses your mind?

Last week I read Kozo’s post that linked to one Rarasaur wrote. I went on to read Rarasaur’s post…and I stared at the screen for a looooooong time.

Rara’s going where? Why?

I was just reading her stuff and looking at cards she’s sent…and now the #rawrLove is going quiet?

You’ve heard the term double happiness? That’s what Rara brings. You see that photo with two suns? That’s what the Rara effect on your life is like.  I’m gushing because there really are NOT enough people in the world like her. And if I’m wrong, surely they’re hiding.

What am I supposed to do without her #rawrLove and Rainbow Luck and everything?

Dave (her husband) said it’s ok if some of us don’t have the words to express how we feel. He doesn’t want us to feel bad.

But I do because this person who I’ve never met has touched my life in unimaginably beautiful ways.

I’m listing some of my favorite Rarasaur posts. I didn’t add links because I only wanted this post to appear on one of her’s. I highlighted the titles so you know what to search for. There are so many so please do get lost in the garden of Rara.  If you know of her or even if you don’t but you believe there are people in this world that really do make it that much more bearable by them existing in it (as free people), please give to the cause in any way you can. The kitty cat on the sidebar links to The Queen Creative’s Red Bubble account where you can snag all manner of cool #rawrLove awesomeness to show your support. And here is a post with more information.

Rawrsome Reads:

The story behind Rainbow Luck

You don’t have to do this but it may work out for you, Advice I Ignore

You know you wanna know what A Day in the Life of Rara is like

How rawrLove came to be (Jan 6, 2013 post)

Please keep Dave in your thoughts and reach out from time to time. I can’t imagine what he’s feeling. But he’s not alone. There’s a dino shaped space only Rara can fill in the lives of many who’ve come in contact with her.


A Penny For Your Somedays

i’m gonna see you one day

so you can give me your lights and lock my wishes

lavish my pallet in all things delicious

rule me with your mystery

one day i’ll know why you call

through kingdoms

across the stars

reigning over my dreams

siren taunts in that blue

i only dare tiptoe

any closer

feeling the ancient sway

wonder how much longer can i drift under

before i float over

before i float over arcs of legend

listening for the birth of seasons

breeze through this city

flying on spheres

i’ll stop to fall in love

maybe with you

more than likely with the view

spare some change for a holiday

count those pennies

i’ll get there someday

…you’re seeing this post because I poked my head in to answer the Daily Post prompt…oh to wonder and wander through Paris, Egypt, Australia, Venice, and Amsterdam…one day!

Moving On

The year is truly zooming. For crying out loud, it’s March tomorrow!  So much happened already. This month’s challenge caught me at a time when I really had to think about who to direct this to. Yes, there are unresolved issues. Honestly, and this is not a cop-out, I don’t have time to care. More importantly, for my sanity and wellbeing I have to let certain things go. I know I’ve said this before so forgive me for the redundancy.

If I did write a letter or anything it would be about my father. It’s really not good to speak ill of the dead. So if I say anything about my experiences with my dad, my grand conclusion would be that none of those things he did or said killed me.

Now on to the challenge…

I’m not stewing in my own pot of hate as I was last year. I dunno. It’s like a switch flipped in me. But what I can do to answer this is compile a list of things that irk me that—when the situations arise—I want to be better at handling. It’s not specific to one person:

  • Responses to people asking for assistance beginning with,” well can’t you…”.
  • Not making time to do something and soliciting others to do it for you.
  • Forgetting someone helped you get where you are.
  • Getting wound up about situations you know nothing about.
  • Assuming things are as you insist on perceiving them. (goes along with the above)
  • Your unwillingness to forgive others of theirs flaws yet insisting people give you chance after chance, after chance…
  • Extending a disingenuous invitation. Repeatedly.
  • Unresponsiveness to open lines of communication.
  • Gossiping

There might be more to this list. However, I take the focus off getting myself together if I dive any deeper. How I allow personality clashes to affect me is vital. And let’s face it, what’s the point in giving my power away? I’ve done a lion’s share of that all my life.

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I’m here and willing to have an adult interaction should the parties involved like to discuss all I’ve mentioned.


I’ve got this one life and it’s too important for me to be bent out of shape over things beyond my control. People are gonna be who they’re gonna be. And I’m gonna continue to be Glorious.

Pun unequivocally intended.

This post is written in response to the February 2014 Peace Challenge: We Are Family

Do yourself a favor and get you some nice juicy PEACE. Your heart will thank you for it. 

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I’m Gonna Need This Party To Last A Little Longer

I must have known something was coming. Good thing I wrote most of this post before my birthday. Maybe I should have posted it then as well? 

Lately I’ve been on a certain vibe. My physical hasn’t changed much but my insides are going through a major renovation. When I turned 30, I lost my job and my apartment on the same day. Not long after that I moved from New York; a place I thought was my “forever home”. Going from the lullabies of sirens and neighbors yelling to crickets and neighbors…OK maybe some things weren’t as much of an adjustment as others. Add to that other major life events that seemed to scream “welcome to 30 sucka”. It was all quite dramatic for me. Every last one of my friends who turned 30 went through some major changes as well. With slight trepidation I was really looking forward to leaving my thirties behind me.

This year, tragedy and drama highlighted my turning the big four ohh. It shows no sign of letting up. So far, it’s not mine. However loving people they way I love the ones that are going through recent troubles, I’m hurting along with them. I am handling the emotional tides differently than I have in the past. Sometimes I feel stronger than I ever had but I have to take care not to burn out as a good friend recently told me.

I had good reasons for not writing this. I was tired. I had a headache. It wasn’t my birthday anymore. In the past, I would let my writing fade in the dust of the upheaval of my emotional life. I can’t allow that to happen. My therapy, choosing to write to you while Marc Anthony lifts my spirits. So although this may not read like a very happy birthday message, for me it is. I’m encouraging myself to live—not simply exist—in this whirlwind of life happening around me. I almost feel a guilty for being in a good mood. But if I don’t allow myself these moments of happiness, I’m no good to the people who rely on my support.

And so through all the changes my beautiful constant has been music. It cries my tears, gives my ghosts a voice. Music sits beside me and listens when so one else can or will. It holds me and rocks the blues out of my unrequited dreams…I loves my music. Y’all know this. And there are but so many posts that I’ll let slide without a lyrical reference. I think you’re used to it by now. If you’re not, you will be ;) So my lovely audience I give you my (mini and belated) Birthday Playlist.


Or At Least Trying To!

[Featured Image: Photo by Gloria Hood for GLORIOUS METTLE. Demi Lovato performing at River Stage at Great Plaza in Philadelphia, PA summer 2013.]

A Holiday Party You Don’t Have To Get Dressed Up For

If you’re in the mood for some togetherness without getting gussied up in party gear, you can be in your jammies and have a grand old time. What am I jibber jabbering about?

I’m joining a group who are helping to combat the Christmas blahs. 

Company For Christmas was created as a life line. Not everyone has happy-go-lucky Christmas experiences. Every year many spend the holidays isolated. They wish someone, even if for a moment reached out to say ‘Hey, I see you. It’s alright if you’re not happy but you don’t have to be alone”. The volunteers at Company for Christmas are bloggers, everyday people who understand that we all really kind of want the same thing, to be noticed and have someone listen.

If you have some free time on Christmas and you want to volunteer to chat with anyone who is alone for this holiday season sign up. If you’re returning from last years crowd, you should be able to set up your chat page and add your name to the timetable list. For further info, check out the Info And News links to the right of the C4C page.

If you’d like a friendly ear to wax poetic about whatever, please stop by. Check the timetables to see who’s available to talk during hours that work best for you.


Be safe and know that someone really does care.



Closing Time And The Return Of The Muse!

I’m writing these words for real. I’m not imaging this. Lift your head woman! You can sleep in a bit.

Why am I saying all this?


Oh my God! Santaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! What? Oh sorry, knee jerk reaction to excitement. It’s here. It’s here. It’s here…breathe

It’s fitting that my closing post to what has been an odyssey into my creative mind addresses a question I’ve been asked quite often.

What’s up with the name Glorious Mettle?

Quote from a recent conversation:

With my blog name I thought about how I’m still here creating and eager to do more with my life and be better. So I was like, I do have quite the mettle going on and I guess it could be considered glorious. It’s one of the few times I’ve embraced my name. I haven’t been too keen on it in the past.

That pretty much sums it up. Life doesn’t keep me down for long because something in me won’t rest. I guess I’ll know where that driving force leads me when the time comes. So it’s fitting I’ve have a name I feel I need to live up to. I’m meeting the challenge one word, one thought, one creative outlet at a time. And more importantly I do it with love.

For everyone who participated in NaBloPoMo; we did it y’all! Congratulations! Thank you to all who took time out of their own schedules to read and/or comment. It was an experience I’ll never forget.

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Don’t let the date hold you back. Those posts aren’t going anywhere. Go on now read and comment on posts from the gang @ Rarasaur’s NanoPoblano, BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo @yeahwrite, and NaBloPoMo Headquarters at BlogHer.

life is life


Life is life.
It doesn’t always kiss me sweetly.
But it is mine.
It doesn’t give me everything I want.
And I am grateful.
But sometimes I’m bitter.
Life continues to greet me where I am.
Each moment offering change.
How to replace my anger with grace?
This my undying prayer.
Fighting gravity.
Grasping at stars.
I rise to fall into the other.
Little one I’ve run from.
Waiting to make sense of it all.


Go on now,  get to writing. Don’t forget to read, like, and comment on posts from the gang @ Rarasaur’s NanoPoblano, BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo @yeahwrite, and NaBloPoMo Headquarters at BlogHer.

Battling Beasts Of The Blogging Wild


You see that picture above? That’s the way I felt when I started NaBloPoMo. I wasn’t going to allow my hesitancy to pull off a post a day for thirty days stop me from completing my goal. I had ideas in my head and on notes. I had tons of images to work with. I had this; as some of my fellow bloggers have recently told me. My drive was there. The support was there. Nothing would stop me.

Then I actually started writing. I signed up on the evening of November 5th. Already behind and nearing another day, I scrambled to think of what to post. Nothing seemed good enough. I typed and deleted like mad. I edited photos as if I was getting paid to, although I always did that. I tried to make posts short and sweet. But as I typed my thoughts found a much need release.

So I went with it. I figured I wasn’t the only one going through this. I knew I would catch up eventually. When I got settled, a schedule would be made allowing for breathing room.

But the Blogging Beast within tormented me with threats of horrible writer’s block if I didn’t finish a post, even if I’d been working on it for hours.  It reminded me of how many I’d done and had left to do. It lashed it’s tail at my hands when (mid sentence) I left the computer for snack or bathroom breaks, or God forbid rest. Sleep deprived with sore fingers, I typed on.

I’m about halfway through another week. I’m not too far behind. I’m doing my best responding to comments and reading fellow bloggers. I’ve come across some very cool people and I’m thankful for the views, comments, and encouragement. I apologize to anyone I haven’t gotten to sooner, especially my yeahwrite rowmies. I’m still in this to the end. But I felt like voicing my frustrations instead of talking to myself about them. Besides, I think my yapping exhausted my muse. Matter of fact I know it did. I believe her response was…

cute puppy

My sentiments exactly!

Puppy image note: I don’t know where this puppy came from. A friend sent it to me. If you know the owner or are the owner and want it credited, I have no problem giving it. Or I can take it down but then you’d be denying people all this scrumptious adorableness.


Go on now,  get to writing a post a day for the month of November. You can do it! And don’t forget to read and comment on posts from the gang at Rarasaur’s NanoPoblanoBlogHer’s NaBloPoMo@yeahwrite & NaBloPoMo Headquarters at BlogHer…Yes I know, I need to take my advice.

Special shout out to my rowmies:

Janice, Kylie, Runes and Rhinestones, and Elan

Worth The Risk


I’ve spent my life walking the fine line between caring what others think about me and not giving a damn. It’s a hard habit to break. Reflecting on interactions I’ve had with people I see how some of them never really got to know the real me, only a version of me I thought they could handle. It’s just too much work. And I’ve learned being mean and unsympathetic is not synonymous with honesty. I’m not sure why people fall back on “I’m just being honest” when they’re really being rude or insensitive. I’ve been on the other side of off-hand comments and have no desire to intentionally give that back to anyone.

It seems that women especially struggle with allowing their true personalities to shine through. I know that I grew up with messages of conformity. I spent my childhood and teens battling people’s opinion of the type of guys I liked, the clothes, I wore, the music I listened to, and the way I spoke. Actually sometimes I still get some flack about all that. Now it just makes me laugh because I’m comfortable with my interests and preferences. It’s what makes me so darn lovable :)

At the risk of the opinions of that all-powerful conglomerate called THEM, I say forget them and get back in touch with you. You might be a little hesitant to break your patterns. Everyone won’t necessarily understand, but that’s OK they’ll live. For the ones who stick around, they’ll get to know you all over again in all your bright shiny glory (bit of a pun intended there).


Go on now,  get to writing. Don’t forget to read and comment on posts from more writers @


There Might Be Hearts And Flowers

Ummm…hey…it’s me

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Image: © Gloria Hood+Glorious Mettle

well of course it is ’cause like there’s no guest blogger who’s taken over

i’ve been working through and on some things that i hope to share with you all very soon

so thought i’d peek my head from out of the shadows to give you a little something

because you know…

it’s like valentine’s day and whatever…




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Don’t Sleep On This

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What are your deepest darkest/scariest dreams? Go ahead and think about that. I’ll wait…

How do you feel about acknowledging your true passions to yourself? May seem odd to be afraid to admit something to yourself. But it’s OK. Do you break out in hives at the thought of sharing those ideas with others? What if they laugh at you? Maybe it doesn’t make sense to anyone but you. What if they tell everyone what you plan to do and then (gasp for air) you feel obligated to live up to it?

Are you uncomfortable yet? It’s a natural response. If I got paid for all the times there was an unsavory response when I shared ideas that brought me the utmost delight, I’d be a wealthy woman indeed. Each time I divulge my heart I leave myself open to criticism. Vulnerability is a garment I’m still getting used to. I gotta break it in like a new pair of shoes.

Thing is, I’m not interested in hiding anymore. Not to say I’m gonna have a town hall meeting about what moves me. There is a time and a place and yes sometimes an audience for that. I know I can’t tell errbody everythang. I can start with myself; the safest place I know.

I know the freedom that comes from embracing my dreams. And I long for more of it. People may not get it. I might not always have the support I think I should. I feel like someone takes the air out of my balloon when I get nonchalance over things I’m hyped about. Ya know what though, I can’t let that stop me from reaching for what my heart feels is good for it. I won’t know what is truly possible for me unless I try. I invite you to join me and try fearlessness on for a little while.

Featured and post images © Gloria Hood + Glorious Mettle


This post was written in response to the January 2014 Bloggers For Peace Challenge:

What one thought will you focus on this year to bring more peace?

Do yourself a favor, get you some nice juicy PEACE. Your heart will thank you for it. 

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When I Was Just A Little Girl

I asked my mother what will I be. –  “Que Sera Sera”, Sly and The Family Stone

I honestly don’t remember if I asked my Mom that. But I did ask her a battery of questions on such a regular basis that she resorted to telling me to “look it up”. I hated it. I thought she was being lazy and didn’t want to explain things to me. She got me so many reference books. My favorite where the ones by Jacques Cousteau. After years of researching whatever topic peaked my interest, my investigation skills are pretty good. I like to call myself Columbo because every unknown is like a piece of a puzzle I simply must solve. I have my Mom to thank for feeding my voracious appetite for knowledge.

My mom woke me up most mornings by singing “Good Morning To You”. It drove me crazy! In hindsight it was probably on weekends when she did that. Nonetheless it could be one of the reasons I wake up with a song in my head. My father had something to do with that as well. But this post is about my Mom, so I’ll revisit Dad’s side another time. Mom fostered my love of eclectic music. She got me my first record (could have been Disco Duck) and my first record player; it had flashing lights. I see you giving me the sideways glance. I don’t care. So there!

One of the greatest gifts my Mom gave me was her belief in speaking positivity over my life. “The power of life and death is in the tongue.” She’d say that with such conviction anytime I was down on myself. She wouldn’t allow me to throw a pity party. She still doesn’t. Before positive thinking was a thing my Mom was a strong advocate. I was a hard-headed lass and so it was many decades before any of it resonated. It’s so embedded in my psyche now. Whenever I hop on the ‘whoa is me’ train, I’m at the next stop with some game changing mental chatter, telling myself to depart.

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The reason for this walk down memory lane is that yesterday was my Mom’s birthday. Since the weather sucks I’m giving her a Birthday Snow Day extension. That woman has done so much for me. I could be the wealthiest person in the world and I still wouldn’t be able to repay her for her love, time, encouragement, jokes, stories…She’s amazing and she’s mine. But if you’re nice I might let her visit you for a little bit.




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YT acting up again…Please do watch the video of Corinne Bailey Rae’s deliciously indulgent version of “Que Sera Sera”. It is EVERYTHING!

Along the Way with Gloria Hood, Designer and Maker

Glorious Mettle:

Hey, birthday presents came early this year. Sandra Harriette wrote an article featuring you know who…After you read and comment, stay for a while and dive in to the rest of her site.

Originally posted on A Life Inspired:


There are some people who live and breathe creativity so fluidly that it forces them to create by any means necessary. That kind of drive can also mean drastic risk-taking. Gloria Hood (aka Glorious Mettle), muse whisperer and artist, knows exactly what that’s like. On her blog, she shares a little corner of her own world, urging her readers (and surely other job-seekers and opportunists) to be “superexcellent” throughout the shared journey.

Your blog is so dynamic, reflecting a multitude of your creative interests. Surely you draw upon some artistic, professional experience in order to create the way that you do.

Long answer: time. That’s funny! Not that the question is funny but that I wasn’t “working” when I started blogging. Three years ago, I quit my job as an administrative assistant in a computer lab to pursue jewelry design. It has been a slow process to make it…

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‘Me’ Music – Soulful Selection

Glorious Mettle:

Until I do a full on music post…dig this line up. Some cool music here people!

Originally posted on Whimsical Eclecticist:

I wanted to share some music. Well, I want to keep sharing music. And I realized I have not made a music post in the last month. Really, there’s is more than enough good music around, and even in my collection alone, to be able to share with you most days. Once a month is horrific. I do apologize. So, without further ado, I present to you tonight’s selection:

Fat Freddy’s Drop – “Clean The House

I saw Fat Freddy’s Drop, a New Zealand group, live a couple years ago. They are amazing. Absolutely spectacular live. I’m also more and more impressed each time they release something new.

Electric Empire – “Changin’

I saw Electric Empire live a couple years ago as well. Another great live band. I didn’t actually know them before that. They were opening for someone else. What a pleasant surprise. I own…

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What’s It Gonna Be?

Don’t worry. This is not a resolution list or anything like that. Not that I have anything against them. Though I received great ideas from an anti-resolution list. I’m working on setting attainable goals that keep me motivated to carry out long-term changes.

I tend to operate under a cloud of perfection. I allowed this holiday season to run me down. Insisting things were just so before 2014 arrived, I was almost in tears around 11 PM. I was exhausted and still had things to do. Eliminating of any speck of 2013 dirt or clutter consumed me. To the normal eye, everything looked fine. Food cooked. Most of the cleaning done. I still needed to decorate, do laundry, clean my bedroom, and wash my hair, oh and make cookies…I know it’s ridiculous.

Once the ball dropped and the champagne sipped, I joked that I’d rather be dirty and happy than clean and miserable. It’s a bit of a stretch. This year I’m aiming for medium imperfect with a good dose of quite pleased with myself. Me getting organized often turns into a project with more steps than I can do in one session. Next time, I’ll complete a few tasks a day until I’ve reached my goal. Seems reasonable enough. Any recovering perfectionists in the house? Y’all already know…

Eventually the cookies got baked the next evening. The laundry still awaits. I forgot about it until I started writing this. I’m not fazed. Everything else got checked off the list. It’s great having my life in order but not at the risk of my happiness. I’m not advocating letting it all go to sugar honey iced tea. I’m simply leading the new year with a dedication to not overextend myself all the time.

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