Losing Your Marbles

How do you get a group of strangers together laughing and working towards the same goal? You give a 4 year old a bag of marbles that they accidentally break in the middle of a shopping centre.

This happened in front of me this morning. A little girl dropped her bag of marbles and I heard a plink, plink, plink. The marbles scattered everywhere and all of a sudden people were chasing these little glass balls - old people, young people, men and women all stopped their busy days to help this little girl collect her treasures. We were rewarded with a beaming smile and a quiet thank you and a little glow inside. Totally made my morning!

My sister came home from Tasmania after a week of flight delays due to volcanic ash from a volcano in Chile. While she was in Tasmania I'd sent her on a mission. While I was there in January I'd visited the Salamanca Markets in Hobart and heard a man playing acoustic guitar. There was something about his music that touched me and I actually had to fight back tears. I couldn't stop thinking about it when I got home and when Julie told me she was going I asked her to look for a CD for me. On Saturday I got a text from her asking if I knew what his name was because she was standing there listening to a man playing the most beautiful music. It had to be the same one! She loved the music so much that she bought herself a CD as well.

So now with his CD in my possession I found out who the artist was - Cary Lewincamp



Something about his music is just so joyful and peaceful - a little like running through a beautiful forest trail. I'm putting his music on my MP3 and sometimes on my runs I'm going to be transported back to Tasmania.