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Wednesday, 21 October 2009

losing my marbles...

...although not in that sense. That happened a long time ago!

My first marble was a white Cat's Eye and I thought it was beautiful. I found it one day before I had any of my own. I was delighted with it. One day a boy challenged me to a game of marbles. I had my one, beloved marble. He had his handful. And I lost it.

I didn't really consider the game permanent. I'd assumed I would get my marble back at the end. But I didn't. Despite my pleas, that was the game, he told me. He got to keep my marble. And I was left with nothing.

For some reason I remembered this recently, and it started a train of thought. How many times do we 'play' with the precious things in our lives, thinking we won't lose them, or do any harm? A spouse's trust. A friend's confidence. A child's dream.

These things - so beautiful - we can so easily treat with carelessness. I wrote a song once called 'breakable'. One of the main lines was - 'don't run too fast with a heart in your hands' - because it is so breakable.

What are the important things in our lives? Do we realise how important they truly are? How would we feel if we lost them?


Kre8ive Life said...

Wow what a revelation and a powerful reminder of how easy it is to gamble with the things we love.

fragments said...

i came to you via Lynette's blog party, and i just wanted to let you know that this small picture of your childhood, of that white marble, is so heartache-ingly lovely. and i love that line in the song you wrote. i don't know why i feel it so strongly, but that white marble makes me think of my son who I lost when I was 18 weeks pregnant, and this post just brings me comfort in an odd way. so thank you for writing it.

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