My head is in the clouds

I think I swallowed a cloud, or I am on a cloud, or my head is in the clouds. Today has been my day!

I auditioned for Listen To Your Mother, St. Louis, a nationwide non-profit fundraising organization. They've been in twenty-four cities so far. Our turn this Mother's Day weekend.

I read my story aloud on stage before the judges. Mine was one of thirty (whittled down from sixty contributors) selected. It made the judges smile, laugh and sniffle. I can only hope to proceed to the stage on Mother's Day weekend, but if I don't make final cut (whittling down to twelve now) then at least I made it this far. I feel as if I am floating on air.

Came home to a large manila envelope in the mailbox, thought it was advertisement from Blue Mountain Arts, but it was an announcement/contract stating that my poem has been selected to go to test market to determine its potential as a greeting card. It can take up to twenty-four months but often much less time. I am elated that this poem has made first cut, as it is so near and dear to my heart, written for my mother. I am on cloud nine.

I am humble, and I thank God for my ability to  use words to benefit others.