Year One for Mama

Mama, what do you wish when you see a falling star
Or when you blow the candles out on your birthday cake?
Do you wish you'd followed different dreams when you were still a girl
Or are you happy with the way things are?
Mama, what do you wish when you listen to your heart?

It's been a year since I put my song on YouTube, and so far it's garnered a pretty respectable, for what it is, hit count of 4,150+...and counting. Peanuts to some, but I'm happy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sJfrr5r6Kk

I've even gotten some nice comments from across the sea -- Ireland (it's a great crying-in-your-beer-over-your-sainted-mother song) and Norway. Interesting on two levels, since my husband has Irish roots and I, Norwegian.

I think I got those through my connection with Till Zuidema, a cowriter from the Netherlands. Here's our first collaboration:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcua0_0qN74

Anyway, thanks for listening!

Pitching a Hit

I write words
Put music to them
And toss the songs into the wild
Of Nashville.

I have infinite faith in the power of the Universe
To starve my hopes but feed my dreams.

I've been regularly pitching my three little demos and some lyrics without music to folks in the biz. Long shots, to be sure. But I've got a feelin', a feelin' deep in side, oh yeah. (Beatles) This is the year I get into gear and focus more -- much more -- on creating, no matter the cost.

My energy's returning, desire is burning, and I'm still learning how to channel it all into a laser beam of intention, action, and success. Wish me luck!

Every Single Day

The Year

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There's a couple more stanzas to this poem , but I don't like them. These seem to touch on the hopes and fears we have for new years.

Of course, hope starts out as the strongest emotion of each year, and, with luck, each new day. Because all we really know we'll have each year is each day we're lucky enough to live.

And I think that's exactly what I'll focus on -- living the happiest, healthiest, best I can every day. There's my sappy yet sincere wish for my new year.

What's yours?