http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qHX493bB3U
Wild. Thing. The song has been a guilty pleasure for decades. Not much to it. Three chords. Simple, uncomplicated lyrics. . . “you make my heart sing….you make EVERYTHING….groovy…but I wanna know for sure….” When I was younger I didn’t think much about the lyrics of the song. There are few things that are certain. Important things.
I’ve always been more of a glass half full girl, naturally enthusiastic and optimistic. Enthusiasm can be a gift and a curse. Passion burning TOO brightly for too long causes burnout. If not burnout, the spirit certainly has a way of getting scorched and seared. Misunderstandings. Miscommunication. Hurt feelings. What my grandfather meant when he said you can’t (or maybe it’s shouldn’t) have your cake and eat it too.
After weeks of auditions and rehearsals we finished a successful run 
of “Once Upon a Mattress” this weekend. I’ve been grateful for the opportunity to collaborate with such talented young instrumentalist, singers and actors. For colleagues and friends who affirm and support this work to promote the arts. Building and nurturing creativity.
Hearts. Sing. Groovy.
Taking the time to enjoy the “moments” I’ve become less concerned about what was and what might be. It’s one of the great gifts of creating music. . . those beautiful ‘moments’. Collaboration with others becomes a model for all relationships. The music of ‘life’ is quite lovely! 
The wisdom of this poem brought the last few years into perspective.
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
― Louise Erdrich
Stumble. Fall. Pick up. Move along. Life and apple trees are exceedingly rare. ...wouldn’t you agree? Taste. Let them sing. Groovy! 
BethSings 