This is a totally impromptu blog post as I believe that it needs to be posted right away. I was just on my evening run to my favourite spot in the city; a lake with boardwalks and trails, just the right amount of mood lighting dancing off the water and a really really cool natural-looking library (it is shaped like three turtles and has a green roof) on the water’s edge. Tonight there was an older man who had pulled up a folding chair to the water’s edge and he was playing Chinese/classical music. It was haunting and magical. It really brought me to a sense of place. In this bustling city, it’s sometimes easy to forget how rich the culture is and how deeply rooted their traditions are. I stopped my run and listened for a while. After a while, and some broken conversation between us, I found myself with his violin and I played a few tunes. Thank the lord there were no Capers listening as their ears would have been bleeding, but I played them none-the less. Music is a universal language and it was a special moment I’ll remember for a long time. **Don't miss my other new post below!
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Joan Rankin
5/15/2013 03:21:06 am
That's a beautiful story about the violinist and you, and you have all those people who have come before you to thank, for being able to appreciate that opportunity and to take part in that beautiful human exchange of music, and that could have happened just as easily in Iqulawit or Kabul. There is beauty and art everywhere, can't wait to see you come home with all your new treasures, internal and external ones. XOXO Joan
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